When Li Qianfan received the call from Li Chenyang, he hadn't yet arrived at his job at Pai Pai Fashion.
"Keep a close eye on those two. I'll be at the hospital immediately!"
Li Qianfan made a decisive remark: "The person holding the syringe, it's highly possible it's Zhao Lianjin. He must resent me for saving Wang Mingshuai. That's why he's become so deranged, trying to harm Ziyu with poison. Don't kill him, wait until I get there."
"Alright."
After nodding, Li Chenyang put his phone in his pocket and slowly walked towards the inpatient department.
At this moment.
Wang Zhe, half-supporting and half-carrying the weak Zhao Lianjin, had already ascended the steps of the inpatient hall.
In the inpatient department, it was very normal to see patients being helped to walk.
No one paid Wang Zhe and Zhao Lianjin any particular attention.
Wang Zhe "carried" Zhao Lianjin and went directly to the basement.
He intended to find an empty room to interrogate Zhao Lianjin thoroughly before making further plans.
In the westernmost part of the basement, there was a dark and damp storage room. The walls were moldy and the smell was unpleasant, but the lighting was functional.
This place perfectly matched Wang Zhe's requirements.
He scanned the room and, as he pushed Zhao Lianjin towards a corner, he casually closed the door behind him.
Zhao Lianjin immediately collapsed like a dead dog onto a pile of discarded cardboard boxes in the corner.
However, his mind was clear, and he could speak.
His eyes, fixed on Wang Zhe, were filled with sheer terror, his voice trembling and hoarse: "Who, who are you?"
Wang Zhe raised his hand and removed the mask from his face: "Now do you know who I am?"
Zhao Lianjin, in his current state of extreme panic, couldn't possibly recall the moment Wang Zhe had grabbed him by the neck in the elevator at Tianci Hospital.
He just stared fixedly at Wang Zhe and said, "I, I don't know you."
"You don't know me?"
Wang Zhe frowned and asked.
"Yes, I've never seen you before."
Zhao Lianjin said urgently: "Take me out of the hospital quickly, I'll give you money, I'll give you a hundred thousand! No, I'll give you three hundred thousand!"
*Bang!*
Wang Zhe suddenly lifted his leg and kicked Zhao Lianjin's leg hard, his voice cold: "My face is so handsome. How could you not remember where we've met before?"
"I, I really haven't met you."
Zhao Lianjin began to tremble all over, telling the truth.
But now—
"Idiot, are you as stupid as a pig's brain?"
Wang Zhe cursed coldly and kicked him again.
Zhao Lianjin cried out in pain.
Wang Zhe, too lazy to argue about it further, squatted down: "Tell me, why did you try to harm Su Ziyu?"
Zhao Lianjin shut his mouth.
Wang Zhe raised his hand.
*Slap—*
After delivering seven or eight hard slaps to Zhao Lianjin's face, he finally felt a surge of defiance.
He roared hoarsely: "I want revenge on Li Qianfan for ruining my plans! If it weren't for him, Pai Pai and Pai Pai Fashion would have been mine long ago!"
Wang Zhe didn't know or care what Pai Pai Fashion was or who Dai Pai Pai was.
But he understood why Zhao Lianjin had become a wanted criminal.
*Slap! kuAiδugg*
Wang Zhe slapped Zhao Lianjin across the face again.
He cursed: "Wang Mingshuai treated you like a brother, yet you tried to harm him. Attempting to take his wife and property. It's a travesty that scum like you are still alive."
Zhao Lianjin dared not speak.
Because in Wang Zhe's eyes, there was a murderous intent to kill him.
Wang Zhe's tone softened: "How can I get the three hundred thousand you promised me?"
Zhao Lianjin was instantly overjoyed: "You're letting me go?"
"No."
Wang Zhe shook his head: "How could I possibly let scum like you go back to harm society? I, I'm going to kill you."
Zhao Lianjin's expression changed, and he instinctively shouted: "If you're going to kill me, why do you still want money from me?"
Wang Zhe replied calmly: "Because I never kill for free."
Zhao Lianjin was stunned.
After a long pause, he asked Wang Zhe, who had just lit a cigarette: "You want three hundred thousand from me, meaning I have to pay you to kill me?"
"Indeed."
Wang Zhe nodded.
Zhao Lianjin suddenly felt an urge to curse.
He thought he was quite despicable.
But in front of Wang Zhe, he felt like a naive little rabbit.
"Hurry up, how can I get that money?"
Wang Zhe was impatient: "Once I get the money, I'll give you a quick end."
Zhao Lianjin grinned menacingly: "Go to hell! Only when you're dead can you get that money."
"Idiot."
Wang Zhe cursed, too lazy to bother with him any longer. He found a roll of discarded bandages in the corner.
Using the most professional technique, he bound Zhao Lianjin's limbs together and gagged his mouth with the bandage.
If Zhao Lianjin refused to give him money, Wang Zhe had no reason to kill him.
However.
Wang Zhe thought of another way to eliminate Zhao Lianjin reasonably.
He turned off the light and went out.
The corridor outside was still dark and empty. Wang Zhe wasn't worried about anyone discovering Zhao Lianjin.
As he walked out of the inpatient hall, he happened to see Su Ziyu walking over with several medical staff from the storeroom.
Wang Zhe didn't go over immediately. Instead, he squatted on the steps and waited until Su Ziyu entered the office building before standing up.
After personally inspecting a certain drug in the storeroom, Su Ziyu returned to her office, sat down at her desk, and picked up the mouse to start modifying drug data on the computer.
Zeng Ting, who had just refilled her water, was about to leave when there was a knock on the door.
Zeng Ting quickly walked over and opened the door to see a young man standing outside.
She looked Wang Zhe up and down: "Who are you?"
"Su Ziyu."
Wang Zhe, looking at Su Ziyu behind the desk, said: "I'm here to see you. I, I want to make a deal with you."
"You want to make a deal with me?"
Su Ziyu, behind her desk, looked up at Wang Zhe and asked confusedly: "What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"
Wang Zhe slowly said: "I hear you have a beautiful wife, of unparalleled beauty. My heart yearns for her, so I've decided to come and take her on the night of the full moon. You are known for your sophistication, and I trust you won't let me make a fruitless journey."
Is this guy crazy?
He inexplicably said such things to the hospital director.
Zeng Ting thought this, completely bewildered, when she saw Su Ziyu freeze for a moment, then jump up: "You, you're the one who called Qianfan that night!"
"Indeed."
Wang Zhe nodded, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms: "Su Ziyu, please allow me to formally introduce myself. My surname is Wang, and my given name is Zhe. Many people overseas respectfully call me the King of Assassins. Someone has offered a million dollars to kidnap you. Although today is not the night of the full moon, I have still come. I ask for your full cooperation."
"Holy crap—"
Xiao Mishu, Zeng Ting, couldn't help but blurt out a curse upon hearing this: "Someone like you, the King of Assassins?"
Wang Zhe looked coldly at Zeng Ting and suddenly raised his hand, delivering a fierce punch.
"Ah!"
Zeng Ting screamed in fear, closing her eyes.
Su Ziyu reprimanded sharply: "What are you doing!?"
*Bang.*
Wang Zhe's fist grazed Zeng Ting's left ear and struck the coat rack behind the door with great force.
*Crack.*
The solid wood coat rack, as thick as a teacup's rim, was instantly broken by Wang Zhe's punch.
However—
Wang Zhe puffed out his cheeks, enduring the piercing pain, and slowly raised his right fist, saying in a deep voice: "Su Ziyu, allow me to make a reasonable suggestion. When you buy a new coat rack, can you avoid buying these shoddy ones?"
Zeng Ting, who had nearly lost her soul from fright, slowly opened her eyes.
She saw a steel nail piercing Wang Zhe's right hand, with blood flowing down from the base of his thumb.