Chapter 470: Chapter 470: 219 Retribution (Midnight) _2

Chapter 470: 219 Retribution (Midnight) _2

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However, the awkward part was that no one answered the call...

Dandan didn’t give up and tried again, but still, no one answered...

“Zhao Qin, could they be already asleep?”

It was already 10 o’clock at night, and they were probably resting by now.

Zhao Qin said, “Keep calling.”

Finally, on the fifth try, the call was answered.

“Hello?” The phone was on speaker. The girl’s cold voice was very invigorating.

Li Jiaojiao and Sun Qingqing exchanged glances. Wasn’t this Ming Jing? What was Zhao Qin up to?

“Ming Jing, right? I have Qu Feitai and Song Yinzhang in my hands. If you want them to live, come to the karaoke place immediately. You have 30 minutes to get here. If you’re one minute late, I’ll chop off one of their fingers. If you’re two minutes late, I’ll chop off two fingers. If you dare call the police, I’ll cut off their heads. I mean what I say.” Dandan sounded quite intimidating when dressed up as a bad guy, at least enough to scare everyone present.

He hung up the phone without giving the other party a chance to question.

“Zhao Qin, how do you think I did?” Dandan immediately asked with a flattering smile.

“Not bad. Keep an eye on the time and start counting now.”

“Zhao Qin, it’s 10:05 now.”

Zhao Qin called Li Jiaojiao over, “Come on, let’s play cards. There will be a good show later.”

Ming Jing looked at the disconnected call with a frown.

The cold night wind blew the girl’s clothes as she stood on the empty street.

Someone had specifically sought her out, not for money or trouble, but simply aiming at her.

Though they tried to sound fierce, their tone still revealed their immaturity and unease.

It seemed to be someone’s prank.

Ming Jing initially wanted to ignore it, but on second thought, there were no absolutes in anything. If it were indeed one of her enemies, she couldn’t let two innocent lives be burdened for her sake.

Ming Jing hailed a taxi and headed straight for the karaoke place.

It wasn’t far from there. Ming Jing got out of the taxi and looked at the luxurious building in front of her, where the neon lights were filled with debauchery and disillusionment.

Xiao Hoo immediately followed, sneaking glances at Ming Jing as they passed her. The woman who could enchant Qu Feitai and drowned his sorrows in alcohol was indeed very beautiful.

Ming Jing, Jiang Jinchen, and Charles Gao followed Xiao Hoo.

Xiao Hoo led them to Room 666, “They’re inside, hurry up and go in.”

Charles Gao narrowed his eyes, suddenly grabbed Xiao Hoo’s collar, kicked open the door, and threw him inside.

Xiao Hoo screamed, and inside there was a burst of chaotic noise. Charles Gao shook his head and glanced at Ming Jing, “So vicious, a woman’s jealousy is truly terrifying.”

Ming Jing went in, and the room was pitch dark, so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Xiao Hoo was groaning on the floor.

Jiang Jinchen immediately stepped in front of her and said coldly, “Zhao Qin, get the hell out of here.”

The door behind them suddenly closed, and Charles Gao, who hadn’t had time to come in, was locked out. Ming Jing heard Charles Gao angrily shout, “Fuck, Zhao Qin, get out here.”

From the sounds of it, Charles Gao was fighting someone, cursing while doing so.

Ming Jing turned to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.

Jiang Jinchen’s usually cold voice carried a hint of warmth: “Don’t be afraid, she can only play tricks on us, she won’t really hurt us.”

Xiao Hoo crawled painfully in the darkness, trying not to make a sound.

Ming Jing’s ears perked up, and she suddenly said, “Go east.”

Xiao Hoo’s body stiffened, wondering how he’d been found.

Ming Jing moved through the darkness as if on flat ground, touched something, and was about to step on it when a cold male voice came from behind her, “I’ll do it.”

Ming Jing stepped back, and Jiang Jinchen gave a powerful kick, breaking the door as light flooded in. They both squinted their eyes instinctively.

Ming Jing and Jiang Jinchen exchanged glances and walked out briskly.

This was the secret door inside the private room, and they found themselves in the corridor. Ming Jing walked around and saw Charles Gao in the corridor ahead, surrounded by four young men. He’d only practiced Taekwondo, and could fight one person easily, but two people would be tough, and four people would mean being attacked from all sides.

After being punched in the face by a sneak attack, Charles Gao cursed loudly, “Damn it, Zhao Qin you bastard, I will never let this go in my life.”

Jiang Jinchen went over and kicked one of the men down, and subdued two more in a few moves. Charles Gao barely pinned the last one down, throwing punch after punch, “The rules of the martial world say not to hit the face, do you think my face is something you can touch? Fuck, I’ll beat you to death.”

Jiang Jinchen said coldly, “If you hit him again, he’ll die.”

Charles Gao finally stopped, spitting viciously, “Zhao Qin, you just wait.”

Ming Jing walked over and looked at Room 888 on the opposite side, saying indifferently, “Zhao Qin, open the door.”