Chu Chen called Song Qiu and asked Song Qiu to notify people at the Elite Boxing Gym to pay attention to Song Qingpeng's whereabouts.
"Song Qingpeng and his family are back to act like monsters again?"
Song Qiu was surprised.
"The person I asked you to find is related to Song Qingpeng."
Chu Chen said, "You arrange for a few people with good connections to go to various clubs, bars and other places in Chan City. As long as Song Qingpeng returns to Chan City, I believe he will not be able to bear the loneliness."
"I see."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Chen glanced at Ning Zimo, who had a downcast face and furrowed brows.
"Don't worry too much."
Chu Chen raised the beer bottle in his hand and said, "I understand the Wushen Sect. Although Yang Xiaojin was transferred by them, her life is definitely not in danger for the time being."
"The more Xiaojin is in their hands for a second, the more uneasy I feel."
Ning Zimo's face was extremely bitter. Every time he mentioned this name, his heart would feel a soul-eating cramp. It hurt so much.
"If you are really worried about Yang Xiaojin, you'd better seize the time and improve your strength."
Chu Chen said, "The current situation is that we don't know where the people from the Wushen Sect are hiding. It is impossible for the people from the Wushen Sect to send Yang Xiaojin out of Chan City quietly. They must be waiting for the strong men from the Wushen Sect to arrive.
, when the time comes, they will take Yang Xiaojin away openly, and if we can't defeat them, we can only watch helplessly."
Ning Zimo's heart trembled slightly, he took a deep breath and asked, "Are there any innate warriors in the Witch God Sect?"
"Although the number is not large, it is definitely there."
Chu Chen said, "But don't worry, if our uncle and nephew join forces, what will the innate warriors of the Witch God Sect mean?"
Chu Chen patted Ning Zimo's shoulder and said, "Xiao Mo, take a sip."
"Have you forgotten me?"
From the side, a voice sounded faintly.
Chu Chen turned around and was obviously stunned for a moment.
Xiao Lang, "..." After all, she is also a piano star. Is she so insignificant in Chu Chen's eyes?
Xiao Lang glared at Chu Chen a little depressed.
"Come, let's toast Miss Xiao. I believe we will be able to find Yang Xiaojin soon."
Chu Chen paused and added, "Yan Yan said that handsome people will always have good luck."
Night shrouds Chan City.
In the lobby on the second floor of an ordinary five-story building, Wu Xin put down his cell phone and raised the corner of his mouth coldly, "Good news, Elder Wu Qing will leave early tomorrow morning. If nothing unexpected happens, we can watch it tomorrow night."
See how Chu Chen struggled under the spiritual object of Elder Wu Qing."
"That's great!"
Song Qingpeng suddenly jumped up, unable to contain his excitement, "Elder Wu Qing came out of the forbidden area so quickly. He must have found a poison that he was satisfied with and tamed it to become his own spiritual creature."
Wu Xin glanced faintly at the corner of the wall, where he saw an old couple who was tied up. Their mouths were gagged and their eyes were filled with fear.
"You are responsible for keeping an eye on these two people tonight."
Wu Xin said, "After Elder Wu Qing arrives tomorrow, we will take down Chu Chen and then take the Illusion God Gu back."
"Going back so soon?"
Song Qingpeng blurted out.
Wu Xin glanced at Song Qingpeng coldly, "Are you still planning to stay in Chancheng forever?"
Song Qingpeng shook his head hurriedly, "Don't worry, elder, I will definitely complete the task. If these two old guys dare to move tonight, I will bleed them!"
As he said that, Song Qingpeng glared at the old couple fiercely. The old couple's bodies were trembling and they were huddled in the corner.
Wu Xin hummed, stood up, and walked upstairs.
"You all just be honest with me, it will save everyone trouble."
Song Qingpeng stared at the old couple fiercely, "We are just temporarily borrowing your house for one night. If you dare to do anything strange, be careful not to see the sun tomorrow."
After Song Qingpeng threatened him for a while, he sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.
Suddenly a message appears.
"Master Peng, after you left Chancheng, our new products were all taken advantage of by Qian Shao and others. Unfortunately, they were too petty... Well, I won't say more. The main reason is that another batch of new products just arrived tonight.
Suddenly I thought of Mr. Peng."
What follows is a set of fresh and refined pictures.
Song Qingpeng immediately sat up straight, his eyes glowed, and his body became a little restless.
These days, he has been living in the wild mountains. For Mr. Peng, who has been hanging out in various places all year round, he has been living like an ascetic.
"After I finish dealing with Chu Chen tomorrow, I'll have to go back to that crappy place again."
Song Qingpeng looked at the photos on his phone and felt like his lips were burning and his mouth was dry.
He wanted to sneak out, but at this moment, two voices kept ringing in his mind.
A voice said, "Go out. The old couple can't move anyway. If they go out for a night of indulgence, they will have to wait for a long time after tonight."
Another voice said, "Why don't you leave quickly?"
Song Qingpeng decisively replied with a message, "Gangzi, leave this for me. I'm in Chancheng and I'll be there in a minute."
Song Qingpeng stood up and walked in front of the old couple with cold eyes, "Listen carefully, stay quiet for one night. Nothing will happen tomorrow. I will go out to smoke. If you dare to move, you will bear the consequences."
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Chancheng Night Dream Bar.
A short-haired young man handed over the phone screen and smiled, "How do you like it?"
Mr. Qiu, I said that if he were in Chancheng, he would definitely take the bait. That's right, I know best what Song Qingpeng's taste is."
"Fifty thousand yuan has been transferred to you."
Standing in front of the short-haired young man was Song Qiu, "If Song Qingpeng shows up, I will give you the remaining 50,000 yuan."
"Young Master Qiu is so heroic."
The short-cut young man’s eyes shine.
Song Qiu came to his door tonight and offered him 100,000 yuan to find Song Qingpeng's whereabouts. The short-haired young man agreed without even thinking about it.
Song Qingpeng is a regular customer of Yemeng Bar.
The short-haired young man used a set of photos to seduce Song Qingpeng.
"Remember, don't let Song Qingpeng notice anything. If he wants to play, let him have fun. You act like you have never seen me."
Song Qiu said, "Otherwise, you won't get a penny."
"Of course I understand that."
The short-haired young man quickly confirmed, "I must treat Song Qingpeng, no, it's Young Master Peng. I will treat Young Master Peng well as before, treat him well."
Song Qiu nodded, turned around and walked out of Yemeng Bar.
After getting in the car, the cold look on Song Qiu's face instantly disappeared without a trace, and he dialed Chu Chen's phone with a look of joy.
"Brother-in-law, I used a trick to 'lead the snake out of its hole' and spent 100,000 yuan to find Song Qingpeng..." "Great job, I will put 200,000 yuan on your card tomorrow."
Chu Chen said cheerfully, "Tell me, how did you find him?"
On the other end of the phone, Ning Zimo heard Chu Chen's last words and immediately stood up, looking at Chu Chen nervously.
Soon, Chu Chen hung up the phone and said with a smile, "Good news, Xiaoqiu went to the place where Song Qingpeng used to go, bribed him with 100,000 yuan, and successfully contacted Song Qingpeng. If nothing happens, tonight
We will meet Song Qingpeng at Night Dream Bar."
"Without further delay, let's set off quickly."
Ning Zimo's eyes shone, "As long as we find Song Qingpeng, we will definitely know Xiaojin's whereabouts."
"Don't rush to alert the enemy."
Chu Chen said in a deep voice, "We don't know if Song Qingpeng has the poisonous poison of the Witch God Sect on his body. If we look for him rashly, he may kill and silence him again.
I've asked Xiaoqiu to keep an eye on him, we'll go over there when it's almost done and follow Song Qingpeng secretly."
Ning Zimo forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart and sat down again.
Half an hour later, Chu Chen received Song Qiu's call again.
"Brother-in-law, Song Qingpeng showed up. The same person arrived in a taxi."
The target appears.
A bright light passed through Chu Chen's eyes, "Xiao Qiu, you must observe carefully, but be careful not to let Song Qingpeng know your existence.
Also, remember the license plate number of the taxi that Song Qingpeng was sitting in just now, find someone to get on the bus, and try to ask him where he picked up the person on the last trip."
"Okay brother-in-law."
After Chu Chen hung up the phone, he smiled slightly, "I've said it before, good-looking people always have good luck. Look, luck has come now. The Witch God Sect has a pig teammate like Song Qingpeng, and you still want to escape from Chan City?