Qian Yan took another elevator to the top floor, keeping an eye on Meng Tinghuai's situation with his spiritual consciousness.
His elevator left first and had already reached the top floor. To get to the rooftop, he had to climb a flight of stairs. When Meng Tinghuai stepped out of the elevator, he walked quickly to the rooftop. It was not difficult to see his anxiety. His face, which rarely showed any expression, turned out to be...
Showing a bit of sadness and nervousness.
He took his mobile phone and called back to communicate: "Is the old man still awake? We will soon reach the rooftop. I took a look at the window before. There is a moon tonight, and the night scene will be beautiful... He should like it.
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Qianyan paused and quickly walked out of the elevator. With her consciousness surrounding her surroundings, she had already sensed two strangers on the rooftop waiting on both sides of the exit holding baseball bats.
Although it was absolutely impossible for her to see the tragedy of Meng Tinghuai happen again as long as she was here, she still ran forward very quickly.
She had already guessed how Meng Tinghuai fell from the building and was knocked unconscious and thrown down.
The murderer used the old man who made Meng Tinghuai very nervous to attract his attention, making him unable to be alert to his surroundings and completely devoid of his usual calmness.
Perhaps he never thought that someone would use this method to kill him.
So far, she has not figured out how Meng Tinghuai got into trouble with his murder.
It's not that she can't figure it out, but if she catches those people in advance and figures it out, some of the charges won't be established, which would be too advantageous for the other party.
If her guess was correct, that old man should be Meng Yuanxin.
Meng Tinghuai's face showed anxiety, tension and worry, but no anger, which meant that the other party was not threatening him to go to the rooftop, but was just looking for something related to the old man. It sounded like the other party was in trouble.
At this moment, Qian Yan heard a noise and sensed with his spiritual consciousness that Meng Tinghuai had been knocked unconscious by a baseball bat just after he got to the rooftop.
Both of them wore gloves and had shoe covers on their shoes, so they were well prepared.
They carried Meng Tinghuai to the edge of the rooftop. Perhaps because the mission was about to be successful, the two couldn't help but communicate in a low voice.
"This kid is in bad luck."
"Who says it's not the case? It's because Mr. Meng is confused. He doesn't choose the ones around him. He insists on choosing someone who can't be hit with eight poles. He also said that this kid is the most suitable."
"Since it's blocking the road, there's nothing we can do about it."
"Boy, you are lucky to meet Mr. Meng in this life, and you are also unlucky to meet Mr. Meng. If you meet Mr. Meng again in the next life, remember not to be so smart, but be stupid. If you don't be favored by Mr. Meng, you won't be in trouble for death.
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"Stop talking nonsense and throw this kid down quickly."
"The eighteenth floor is shattered to pieces."
Seeing that the two were about to put Meng Tinghuai on the edge of the rooftop, Qian Yan grabbed the baseball bat placed at the exit, rushed over, and was in front of the two in an instant.
The two of them felt a sudden gust of cool wind blowing behind them. Before they could react, the back of their heads hurt and they fell to the ground with dizziness.
Qian Yan's strength was controlled very accurately. One person and one stick would only knock them out, but not kill them.
"boss!"
At this moment, a group of tall bodyguards came out from all directions. Who knew who turned on the lights, illuminating the place brightly, making everything in the darkness invisible.
The bodyguards looked at the woman in a white suit standing in the center, holding a baseball bat in her hand, and now they finally understood why she told them not to move, and to obey her orders.
The boss's skills were much more ferocious than theirs, especially the speed of that lunge just now, which they doubted they could match.