Song Guanchao instantly tensed up, his face displaying an expression of anger and fear.
The man in the suit looked calm and composed, his cold eyes locked onto Song Guanchao.
His hand holding the gun was steady, ready to shoot if Song Guanchao made any sudden moves.
"Ashan, what's going on?"
Luo Sanming chided discontentedly: "District Chief Song is my friend, how can you point a gun at him? Put the gun away."
Ashan said nothing and lowered the handgun.
Luo Sanming smiled, "District Chief Song, please get in the car."
Song Guanchao's eyes blazed with anger: "Mr. Luo, our transaction is complete! Your grudge with He Sen has nothing to do with , and I don't want to be involved."
"Don't misunderstand, District Chief Song, it's just an invitation for tea."
Luo Sanming ntioned tea, but if Song Guanchao dared refuse, Ashan would pull the trigger.
Song Guanchao didn't respond imdiately, he seed to be wrestling with indecision.
But in the end, he relented, opened the car door, and got in willingly.
Luo Sanming gave a mocking laugh, as if smiling at Song Guanchao's naive belief that he would let him go so easily.
Sitting in the car, Song Guanchao's expression instantly cald, erasing the anger and shock from monts before.
When Luo Sanming requested a eting, Song Guanchao knew he wouldn't let him off lightly.
If he had wanted to, he could have seized the gun the mont Ashan drew it.
But he didn't.
Because venturing into the lion's den is part of his plan.
Not far away, Lu Feng and his team watched the situation unfold from their vehicles.
"There's definitely a gun," Lu Feng squinted his eyes.
Soon, He Sen was led out from the villa.
"Old He." Luo Sanming smiled innocently, like he was greeting an old friend.
He Sen showed no expression: "Mr. Luo, if you wanted to see , you could've called. Why all this fuss?"
"Haha, let's discuss sowhere else."
"Co on, Old He, get in the car."
He arranged for He Sen to be placed in another car, not allowing him to et with Song Guanchao.
The cars left the villa district, driving to an unknown destination.
Ashan sat beside Song Guanchao, the gun never put away, constantly aid at Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao maintained his anger, silent throughout.
At 8:10 PM, the vehicle arrived at Wuying Mountain Manor.
Song Guanchao's heart stirred slightly, as he expected it to be here.
However, he was sowhat curious.
What was Luo Sanming planning to do with him?
Eliminate him?
He really wasn't afraid.
After all, he had made comprehensive preparations in advance.
A mini earpiece was hidden on him, allowing the trailing Lu Feng to hear everything happening here in real-ti.
The car stopped, and Ashan opened the door: "Get out."
Song Guanchao got out of the car, locking eyes with He Sen who erged from another vehicle.
Seeing Song Guanchao, He Sen visibly hesitated, very surprised.
He was truly surprised.
He thought Song Guanchao had sold him out and left.
But in the end, he was also brought here.
Could the plan have changed?
This worry started to surface, then he saw the look from Song Guanchao.
His heart imdiately steadied.
Not unexpected.
This was also part of Song Guanchao's plan.
He Sen was secretly amazed at this young man's boldness.
After all, this place was Luo Sanming's territory, with security personnel numbering in the dozens.
And they had guns.
One misstep could cost a life here.
"District Chief Song, Old He, co inside."
Luo Sanming's expression was gentle, as if he were genuinely hosting guests.
...
Liang Jianfeng received the video and exhaled deeply after watching it.
This video could directly prove Song Guanchao's innocence.
But the matter wasn't over yet.
According to Song Guanchao's plan, he should now have been taken away by Luo Sanming.
What he needed to do now was wait.
To wait for Song Guanchao's call.
...
Lu Feng's team had also followed up by now.
To avoid catching the manor's security's attention, they parked the car a bit further away.
Then they infiltrated the manor along the pre-scouted route.
Soon, they arrived at the small woods facing the manor.
Lu Feng crouched in the grass, watching the guards outside the manor, and said, "Rest in place."
According to plan, what they needed to do now was wait here.
To wait for Song Guanchao's order!
Once Song Guanchao gave the command, they would swiftly deal with the guards outside.
They had already thoroughly investigated how many guards were stationed outside the manor, how frequently they changed shifts, and knew the place inside out.
The only unknown was the number of guards inside the manor.
Generally, however, the guards were mainly responsible for outsiders sneaking in, so most were in plain view.
Even if there were guards inside the manor, they would only be by Luo Sanming's side.
Therefore, although the manor seed tightly guarded, it was actually riddled with holes.
Compared to operations Song Guanchao had been involved in before, Luo Sanming's seemingly tightly defended manor was practically a joke.
At the mont, Song Guanchao and He Sen, following Luo Sanming's steps, entered the villa's elevator.
Luo Sanming pressed the button for the third basent level.
The elevator doors opened, leading through a brightly decorated corridor, widening the space noticeably.
Before them was an area covering around two hundred square ters.
Mattresses were casually placed on the ground, each with naked young won wrapped in blankets and quilts, trembling.
At the sound of footsteps, they instinctively lifted their heads, but quickly lowered them again.
It seed that in this place, raising one's head was an unforgivable offense.
Yet in the brief mont they lifted their heads, Song Guanchao saw fear in their eyes.
At the sa ti, from the parts occasionally exposed from the blankets, he saw signs of beatings.
Evidently, these young won were the enslaved female students trapped due to nude loans.
"Sit."
Luo Sanming sat down, imdiately a subordinate handed him a cigar and poured him tea.
He Sen appeared calm; he had been brought here, and life or death was now out of his hands.
What he could do now was believe Song Guanchao could lead him out.
Song Guanchao seed not to hear him, staring at the terrified young won, struggling to imagine the inhuman torture they had endured.
"District Chief Song, sit." Luo Sanming spoke for the second ti.
Song Guanchao withdrew his gaze and sat down without a word.
"Get ready." Luo Sanming picked up a teacup and said casually.
A man brought over a cara, placing it on a tripod.
Once ready, the man said, "Mr. Luo, the equipnt is set."
Luo Sanming nodded, addressing Song Guanchao: "District Chief Song, enjoy yourself."
Song Guanchao furrowed his brow: "What do you an?"
Luo Sanming tilted his chin: "These won are all for District Chief Song."
Song Guanchao's forehead veins throbbed, understanding Luo Sanming's implication.
This guy wanted to leave him with dirt to exploit.
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
"Not interested? That'll be troubleso."
Luo Sanming set down his teacup and said to Ashan: "Liven things up for District Chief Song."
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