Chapter 262 Don't use false information to mislead again, it will kill people
This night, some people are bound to have trouble sleeping.
In a private room of an entertainment club, Qian Shaolong and Uncle Zhen stayed awake for almost the entire night.
Starting around two o'clock, they became a little anxious.
Because if the people contacted by Uncle Zhen had followed the plan, he should have replied to them before early morning.
But it was already late at night, but there was still no movement.
Qian Shaolong was walking around in the box. The girls who were invited to accompany him for drinks at first were all kicked back by him.
"Old dog Zhen——"
Finally, Qian Shaolong couldn't help shouting again, and his title changed from Uncle Zhen to Old Dog Zhen.
Uncle Zhen's expression was equally ugly: "Wait a little longer."
"Wait? What a fart!"
Qian Shaolong turned around suddenly and kicked the coffee table hard: "There has been no movement for so long, something must have happened!"
In fact, Uncle Zhen already had a vague idea of the answer in his mind, but he was unwilling to admit it and pinched off the cigarette butt: "That shouldn't be the case. They are all professional killers who have experienced the battlefield, and they are different from those second-rate killers."
"How could you fail against a little doctor?"
Uncle Zhen said, took out his cell phone and looked at it again.
No messages, no text messages.
It's like losing contact with those people.
"Zhen Laogou, where did you find this person? Is it reliable?"
Qian Shaolong was anxious and just about to curse, Uncle Zhen's cell phone screen lit up.
Uncle Zhen became excited immediately. He opened his phone and saw a text message: Where are you?
"There's news."
Uncle Zhen said excitedly and quickly replied to the number with his current location. About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the box door.
When he opened the door, a woman who looked a little embarrassed appeared at the door.
Qian Shaolong frowned: "What is this?"
"Miss Liu."
Uncle Zhen introduced him, and then asked with some confusion: "Why is it just you?"
"Kill the other three."
It was Liu Mengyao who came in. She looked very nervous and wore a big mask. After coming in, she said coldly: "I have to leave and use your channel."
"It didn't work? How could it happen?"
Uncle Zhen's face was filled with disbelief and he asked a few questions.
Liu Mengyao sneered: "The information is wrong, Yang Bei is not the ordinary doctor you say is powerless."
"this……"
Uncle Zhen glanced at Qian Shaolong.
The information must have been provided by Mr. Qian.
Qian Shaolong shook his head: "How powerful can he be, an old man from a ravine?"
"What an old hater?"
Liu Mengyao glanced at Qian Shaolong: "How can a rustic old man take care of the four of us by himself?"
Qian Shaolong's eyes twitched: "That's because you are useless! I didn't spend money to hire you just for-"
Just as he was cursing angrily, his tone suddenly stopped.
Because Liu Mengyao suddenly raised his hand and pointed the gun at his head.
In an instant, Mr. Qian did not dare to speak out.
He quickly took a few steps back.
It was Uncle Zhen who came to smooth things over: "Calm down, Miss Liu, what is going on?"
Liu Mengyao took a deep breath, came in and sat on the sofa: "Our initial plan was to ambush them directly on the road they must pass..."
Soon, Liu Mengyao told the story. When they heard that Yang Bei killed two professional killers alone in a car repair shop, both Qian Shaolong and Uncle Zhen froze.
Later, when he sneak attacked Liu Mengyao and reinforcements arrived, Qian Shaolong took a deep breath.
He was a little scared.
Yang Bei, is he really that fierce?
Liu Mengyao said, picked up a bottle of water and poured it into his stomach. After a girl drank a whole bottle, she took a breath and said with a wry smile: "If it hadn't been rained, I would have woken up earlier.
Come here, I can't run away."
Hearing what she said, Qian Shaolong suddenly became a little angry: "Since you woke up early, you should go and help Hall!"
"You were hired by me with money. You can't kill Yang Bei. What's the difference between you and trash?"
Just as he cursed, Liu Mengyao stared at him.
Qian Shaolong froze and suddenly remembered that he had a gun.
It's not that he has a bad memory, it's just that Yang Bei is not dead, which makes him too angry.
Liu Mengyao said coldly: "Young Master, our relationship is an employment relationship, not a master-servant relationship. Old Gou Zhen, please arrange for me to escape as soon as possible."
"good."
When Uncle Zhen nodded, Qian Shaolong frowned and asked, "Why do you want to get away and not continue? I can pay!"
"We have no life to take the money we took."
Liu Mengyao sneered: "If the police interrogate anything and find out something, if I don't leave quickly, will I wait to die?"
When she said this, she reminded Qian Shaolong.
"Zhen Laogou, they won't find out about me, right?"
Qian Shaolong was a little panicked: "We had a good discussion before, and we will definitely keep the client confidential."
"Don't worry, except for Miss Liu, they don't know your specific information."
Uncle Zhen shook his head and stood up in a panic: "Young Master Qian, this business is unlucky for me, and I have to ask you next time not to mislead with false information, or someone will die."
After saying that, Uncle Zhen and Liu Mengyao left in a hurry.
Qian Shaolong sat on the sofa dejectedly, looking a little dumbfounded. He shouldn't be exposed, right?
This is a paid murder. Once exposed, not even his father can save him!
"Yang Bei, Yang Bei, are you really my nemesis?"
When Qian Shaolong gritted his teeth and scolded Yang Bei, the latter was sleeping soundly.
Because of the injury, Yang Bei urgently needed a good rest.
It wasn't until about ten o'clock the next morning that he was yawned and woken up by the phone.
When he saw that the call was from an unfamiliar number, Yang Bei didn't take it seriously and picked it up casually. Then he heard a strong dialect shout from the other side: "Brother Bei, it's me, Dachun, where are you?"
"Otsubaki?"
Yang Bei was stunned and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He stayed at Bei Hulu Mountain for five years, the first year of which he was basically paralyzed in bed and could only recuperate from illness.
In the second year, I started studying medicine, and the foundation was to carry water from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
From that time on, Yang Bei gradually became familiar with the people in Beihushan Village.
Dachun is from the mountain village.
But he came out to work as early as two years ago, and I didn't expect to contact him now.
After the two chatted for a while, Yang Bei learned that Da Chun was now working as an installer in a home appliance company. He had returned to the village before, and the village doctor asked Da Chun to bring a package to Yang Bei.
It was also a coincidence that Da Chun accidentally heard about Yang Bei's part-time job in a medical clinic. After consulting, he got his mobile phone number.
I called Yang Bei to ask where he was. He took a day off to deliver something.
Yang Bei reported his seat, and when he was getting up and washing up, Dachun called and said he would come downstairs.
Song Celadon's people were also more attentive and prepared a set of clothes for him.
The wounds on his body have begun to heal, but severe pain still occurs every time he moves. Fortunately, Yang Bei's nerves have become quite immune to this severe pain, and he can remain calm no matter how painful it is.
After I changed my clothes and walked out of the reception room, I didn't rush out. Instead, I asked an employee where Song Qingci's office was.
When people saw him coming out of the reception room, they told him: "Thirtyth floor."
"Thanks."
Yang Bei thanked him and took the elevator to the 30th floor, where he saw the words General Manager's Office.
Yang Bei went over and knocked on the door, and soon someone opened the door, but it was not Song Qingci who was inside, but a man in his thirties, wearing a suit and leather shoes.
When the man saw him, he frowned slightly: "Yang Bei?"