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Chapter 182: Chapter 182 President Li Takes People to Fight
Buzz-cut man was speaking while planning to head up from the basement, suddenly Scarface called out to him with a cautious face: "...wait."
"We agreed on forty minutes, but it’s only been twenty. The difference is too big," Scarface frowned and said, "You first take a weapon and go up to check, in case there is an accident."
After hearing that, the buzz-cut man casually picked up a submachine gun from a box in the corner, then he stealthily went upstairs.
However, to buzz-cut man’s surprise, when he came up, he found the bar upstairs was still pitch black and deserted.
The rolling shutter outside the front door was also closed.
— Could it have been an auditory hallucination?
To be safe, he walked over to the front door to check the situation.
Just as he approached the door, a muffled sound of a silenced gun suddenly came from nowhere, and his right elbow was instantly hit by a bullet.
The intense pain made him involuntarily release his grip on the gun, and before he could cry out, someone strangled his neck from behind while covering his mouth.
Suddenly, seven or eight men dressed in black suits emerged from the darkness, one picked up the submachine gun that fell on the ground, and the rest quickly stood behind a tall man wearing a black trench coat.
Buzz-cut man widened his eyes, watching the menacing man approaching him from the darkness, then pressed a cold gun straight to his forehead.
"Where have you hidden them?" Li Muchen spoke coldly.
His icy gaze shot straight at the bald man like a sharp knife, radiating a chilling, sinister killing intent and aggressiveness.
The moment their eyes met, it sent shivers down one’s spine.
Originally, the buzz-cut man subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the man gripping him from behind was even sturdier, his arms as strong as steel, forcibly restraining him from moving.
At this moment, with such a dangerous man pressing a gun to his head, he dared not make any rash moves.
All he could do now was to stall for time, waiting for his two companions in the basement to realize something was wrong and hurry up with their weapons to save him.
As Li Muchen asked, the subordinate behind him relaxed the force covering his mouth, and the buzz-cut man pretended to be panicked and said, "Who? This sir..."
He hadn’t finished his sentence, "Sir, are you mistaken about something."
The next second, with an expressionless face, Li Muchen moved the muzzle to the left elbow of the buzz-cut man and fired a muffled shot with a bang.
In that instant, the pain made the veins in the buzz-cut man’s forehead burst out, but the person behind him covered his mouth so tightly that he couldn’t make a sound at all.
"The second time, how many of you are there, where have you hidden my grandmother."
Li Muchen continued, his face still without any extra expression, his eyes seemed to carry ancient unchanging ice.
"I..."
This time, just as the bald man made a sound, Li Muchen had already moved the gun barrel down, shooting both his left and right legs respectively.
Then, without moving a brow, he pointed the gun directly at the man’s groin.
"The third time, think carefully how you answer."
The man in front of him clearly had no patience, otherwise he wouldn’t have fired three shots in just a few seconds.
And now the gun was aimed at his most crucial part!
Buzz-cut man had no doubt, if he didn’t speak the answer the man wanted, the next second he would be in unbearable pain as if his eggs exploded.
So, enduring the spasms and trembling pain all over his body, he gritted his teeth with a pale face and said, "Three... three of us."
"Including me, a total of three people... both of them and that old lady are in the basement."
The old lady is really here!
Li Muchen’s subordinates behind him couldn’t help but exchange glances, excitedly stirred up.
"How do we get to the basement?" The subordinate holding the buzz-cut man immediately asked.
"Towards... that way." The buzz-cut man shakily raised an arm which had been shot, barely pointing in a direction.
After getting the location, the subordinate knocked the person out with a swift palm strike, then swiftly tied him up with a rope and sealed his mouth with thick black tape.
The others promptly picked up their guns and headed towards the basement.
Within two minutes, continuous gunshots and the sounds of crashing and struggling could be heard from the basement, indicating an intense fight. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Five minutes later, the gunfire subsided. A subordinate came up to report that the two men had been subdued and that the old lady was indeed in a room in the basement.
Li Muchen took a deep breath and strode towards the basement.
He had just ordered to spare their lives for now.
Now, Scarface and the bald man were both covered in blood, shot but not fatally, merely unconscious from the beating.
Their hands and feet were tightly bound, and their mouths were sealed.
Li Muchen headed straight for the room in the basement with the ajar door.
Upon opening the door and seeing his elderly grandmother asleep on a pile of weeds spread on the damp concrete floor, Li Muchen clenched his fists so tight that he was about to crush the bones in his hand.
For the past four days, had these people really let his grandmother sleep in such a place?
And the pills nearby—
Sleeping pills.
No wonder there was no reaction from his grandmother with all the commotion outside; they had drugged her.
A strong urge to kill surged in Li Muchen’s heart.
He calmed himself by taking a deep breath, then bent down to gently lift his frail, unconscious grandmother.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the room, a subordinate rushed over with a mobile phone in hand: "Boss, this is Scarface’s phone, look..."
Li Muchen glanced down, the message on the screen was brief: [Vehicle arrives in five minutes, license plate SB93475, be ready.]
The vehicle arrives in five minutes?
Meaning, if they hadn’t arrived in time, a car would have taken them and his grandmother away in five minutes?
"Boss, look..." the subordinate asked for Li Muchen’s decision.
"Intercept that car," Li Muchen ordered, "the people on the car and these few, bring them all to the plane, and hand over all communication devices to me."
"Yes, boss." Receiving the orders, the subordinates promptly picked up their weapons and rushed back upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, on a private plane.
The plane had yet to take off; four blood-covered men were neatly tied up in a row, looking utterly disheveled.
Li Muchen had four phones beside him, one of which was constantly vibrating, the person on the other end seemingly anxious.
With a look, his men dumped a large bucket of cold water on the head of the man who came to pick up the people.
The man was jolted awake by the splash, trembling as he opened his eyes, his whole body shivering like a sieve despite being tightly bound.
The next second, a cold gun was pressed against his temple, nearly scaring him to wet his pants.
"The person who hired you is calling," Li Muchen looked at him coldly, "say the wrong thing, and I’ll blow your brains out, understood?"
"Understood... understood!" the man, skinny like a monkey, nodded frantically, "I’m just involved in smuggling business, I don’t know anything, please don’t kill me, boss, I’ll do whatever you say!"
Li Muchen gave a sign, and his subordinate connected the call on speakerphone, then held it to the man’s mouth.
Thus, Li Muchen clearly heard the voice of his long-lost uncle come clearly from the phone.
And by the tone, he seemed quite displeased—"Why did you take so long to answer the phone? Did you pick up the people, and you didn’t even report to me."
"Picked up, picked up..." the Skinny, cautious glanced at Li Muchen, swallowing hard, "Rest assured, boss. Once we get to the docks, I’ll ensure they are on the ferry bound for China without any mistakes."
