Apart from the s on his left wrist, his body bore no other marks.
"I'll arrange for people to investigate discreetly. If it's truly an organization, there would be some rumors circulating," Di Mingjue glanced at the tattoo on the man's wrist and took out his phone to capture it.
Before leaving, Jiang Ziyu picked up the syringe from the ground. There was still some liquid inside, and if it could be extracted, they could detect what had been injected.
As the two left the hospital, a round head appeared behind the flower bed opposite the hospital entrance.
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"Wenbin, when can we go back?" Xu Jingya curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees.
Jiang Wenbin stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. A man in black standing outside immediately glared at him fiercely.
Facing a sturdy man, five feet eleven inches tall and weighing one hundred sixty-five pounds, the short and stout Jiang Wenbin showed no bravado.
Closing the door, Jiang Wenbin shook his head at Xu Jingya, "We can't leave."
From morning until now, food and water had been brought in. Even when he made excuses to use the restroom, the two men outside followed him into the stall and stood in front of him while he did his business.
Xu Jingya wailed, crying uncontrollably in fear, "Are we going to be kept like animals in a cage for the rest of our lives?"
Perhaps it was better to be like this now, but she feared being taken away by the police and spending the rest of her life in prison.
Hearing Xu Jingya's cries, Jiang Wenbin irritably snapped, "Does crying get us out?"
"I... I'm scared..." Xu Jingya sniffled, looking at him with teary eyes.
They were facing Di Mingjue, in front of whom they were like insignificant ants with no ability to fight back, easily crushed to death by his two fingers.
Hearing the word "scared," Jiang Wenbin was no less fearful.
Jiang Ziyu hated them to the bone, and Di Mingjue was extremely obedient to her. Now that Ah Qiang had been found by Di Mingjue, the secrets of the past were about to surface.
When Jiang Ziyu learned that they had killed her mother, would she let him go?
Jiang Wenbin looked at the floor-to-ceiling window and involuntarily walked over.
Di Mingjue's office was on the top floor of the Di Jue Group. Looking down from above, the people and cars below seemed insignificant, like tiny ants.
Abandoning the idea of escaping through the window, Jiang Wenbin looked at the phone on the desk.
"Call Feifei," Jiang Wenbin suddenly said.
After giving her the money that day, Jiang Feifei had vanished into thin air. They couldn't contact her when they were preparing to escape.
Crying and sobbing, Xu Jingya went to the phone and dialed Jiang Feifei's number. The sound of ringing filled the office.
"Why isn't that brat answering the phone!"
The ringing stopped, and Jiang Wenbin angrily slammed the phone down.
Xu Jingya had not held out much hope to begin with. She sighed and stared blankly at the phone, "Why don't we call the police! Illegal detention is against the law; no matter how powerful he is, he can't ignore the police."
Jiang Wenbin glared at her and furiously rebuked, "Are you a tiger or an idiot? Calling the police now is like walking into a trap."
If the police were called, Di Mingjue could directly tell them about their involvement in the car accident three years ago. Even before Di Mingjue could investigate the events of that year, the police would also assist in piecing together the car accident.
Being confined and then scolded, Xu Jingya complained resentfully, "This isn't allowed and that isn't allowed. So should we just do nothing and wait here to be sentenced to death by Di Mingjue?"
With a flick of her arm, Xu Jingya sat down on the floor like a shrew.
Xu Jingya's words provoked Jiang Wenbin. He kicked the leg of the table, snorted, and walked over to sit on the sofa.
Di Mingjue hadn't even made a move, and the two of them had already started arguing.