On the other side, Mu Jiuchen received the news of Jiang Nuan leaving home.
The butler was always paying attention to Jiang Nuan's every move.
It wasn't that he wanted to monitor his wife, but rather that Jiang Nuan often had seizures, and he needed to return as quickly as possible when she did.
At this moment, he was in a certain warehouse, standing before a middle-aged man.
Dressed in a black overcoat, his posture was even more upright and robust, exuding an air of nobility and elegance, possessing an innate allure.
The man in front of him was tied to a chair, head bowed, not daring to look at Mu Jiuchen.
Even without saying a word, this man could make his scalp tingle.
Yun Xiao brought a chair for Mu Jiuchen to sit down.
Mu Jiuchen then looked at the middle-aged man before him. One eye was blind, covered by a wound, and even the eyeball was invisible, which was somewhat chilling.
Only one eye remained, cloudy and world-weary, filled with bloodshot veins.
Mu Jiuchen's deep gaze was like a sharp sword as he looked at the man and said, "Who instructed you to do this?"
The man glanced at Mu Jiuchen, lowered his eyes, and remained silent. Being confined here for three days and three nights, the man was so gaunt he was about to faint.
For these three days and nights, he had been sitting on this stool, unable to eat, drink, or relieve himself, making him wish for death.
Another three days, and he could directly go to see Yama.
In the vast warehouse, silence fell, only the whistling of the cold wind passing through, like the sound of hell claiming souls.
The man couldn't help but tremble.
In the musty warehouse, like an empty city, a desolate hell, only faint wisps of eerie light filtered in.
Mu Jiuchen watched the man remain silent, his body emanating an icy chill.
"Speak!" His voice, like a thunderclap, echoed through the warehouse.
The man's nerves twitched, and he suddenly looked up at Mu Jiuchen.
"I… I don't know what you're talking about?" the man said tremblingly, looking at Mu Jiuchen.
This man was even more terrifying than the legends.
Having committed crimes multiple times, this was the first time he felt like he was about to meet Yama.
Seeing the look in this man's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a surge of panic.
"Li Wu, from a small county in Jinshi, with a son and wife at home. If you don't speak, your son and wife won't be spared either." For this person to want to kill him, it was merely for money to ensure his wife and son lived better.
The man's pupils trembled, and he asked in a shaky voice, "How… how do you know?"
"They can threaten you for money, and I can also threaten you to reveal their identities. If I, Mu Jiuchen, decide to deal with someone, I will absolutely make them unforgettable for a lifetime. You'd better tell the truth. I can get you out, and I can also send you in," his low, icy voice echoed in the man's ears.
The man's fingertips trembled, his rough, calloused palm clenched tightly. Where he had used to hold cigarettes, his fingertips were yellowed, but now he pressed them so hard that a deep indentation formed.
He was also terrified!
Whether he spoke or not, it was a death sentence!
"It's Chen Huai. I only know his name is Chen Huai. He seems to be someone from a certain young lady's household. I saw him once. That young lady always stayed in the car and never came out."
"He gave me a million yuan and asked me to hit your car. My son, as you know, has cerebral palsy. He's twenty-five now and can't take care of himself. I just wanted to earn some money for him, so he wouldn't have to worry about his future." After speaking, the man lowered his head, not daring to look at Mu Jiuchen. As he spoke, he could feel Mu Jiuchen's anger becoming even more terrifying than before.
Mu Jiuchen stood up and kicked him hard. The man, along with the stool, flipped to the ground, curling into a painful ball.
Mu Jiuchen looked at him grimly, "Having a good heart is a good thing, but you shouldn't have harbored murderous intent, and you've ruined the image of a loving father in your son's eyes."
He looked at Xiao Fan, "Take him to Chen Huai. I'll be there shortly."
Xiao Fan nodded, called for bodyguards, and left with the man.
The wind was biting cold, making one want to hide indoors.
Mu Jiuchen exited the warehouse, got into the driver's seat, and took out his phone to call Jiang Nuan.
At this time, Jiang Nuan had already entered the private room that Li Qingfeng frequented.
After she entered, a strange smell permeated the air. Having experienced intimacy, she naturally knew what kind of smell it was.
Unpleasant!
Jiang Nuan frowned slightly in disgust, and heard sounds of pain coming from within.
Coincidentally, Mu Jiuchen called her at this moment.
She quickly hung up and sent Mu Jiuchen a message: [I'll call you later.]
Mu Jiuchen looked at the message his wife had sent back and frowned slightly. Where was she?
Was it inconvenient even to answer a call?
Mu Jiuchen felt a little worried, started the car, and decided to deal with Chen Huai's matter first.
Jiang Nuan looked at the furnishings in the private room. It seemed to be Li Qingfeng's usual residence.
A two-bedroom, one-living room layout, fully equipped.
The sounds from the master bedroom, those sounds of pain, made Jiang Nuan frown.
She also knew what was happening in the room.
"Ah… Li Qingfeng, let go of me, you scumbag, pervert! How can you do this to me? It hurts so much, let go!"
The pained voice sent shivers down one's spine.
"Hahaha… Tang Keke, aren't you comfortable? Before you marry Li Qingshuo, serve me first. If you blame anyone, blame yourself for coming to me."
"How was it? Was it enjoyable just now? Let me tell you, all the props here can send you to the clouds."
The man's voice was frenzied, like a madman. On his handsome face, his cloudy eyes exuded a mad aura.
Through the crack in the door, Jiang Nuan saw Tang Keke, completely undressed, tied to a chair. Tears streamed down her face, her face filled with terror.
She was berating Li Qingfeng, who held a prop and carelessly placed it on Tang Keke.
"Stop it, stop it quickly! I'm going to die!" Tang Keke's heart-wrenching cries only made Li Qingfeng's expression more frenzied and excited.
Perhaps Tang Keke's voice was too loud, Li Qingfeng frowned displeasedly. "Slap…"
He slapped Tang Keke hard across the face, looking at her viciously, "What are you screaming for? I haven't even started yet, and you can't take it."
"Bear it. If you can't satisfy me, I'll throw you in front of Li Qingshuo like a dead dog, and tell Li Qingshuo everything you did to Yun Xia."
"Madman, I'd rather die than suffer this torment, ahhh…"
Tang Keke's desperate screams pierced the eardrums.
Jiang Nuan looked at the frenzied Li Qingfeng inside, her anger, killing intent, and various emotions intermingling.
This scumbag was simply a beast.
Looking at those terrifying props, she wondered how many women had suffered torment here.
As Jiang Nuan recalled what she had just heard, this was Tang Keke. What had she done to Xia Xia?
The hidden camera on Jiang Nuan's collar recorded the scene.
Seeing Li Qingfeng undressing, she quietly installed a miniature camera and quietly left. Behind her were Tang Keke's agonizing screams.
Jiang Nuan went to the first floor, got into the car, and drove back.
Meanwhile, Mu Jiuchen had arrived at Chen Huai's territory.