Chapter 134: He Woke Up
Because it was a video call, the thugs also saw Yin Chengjue's expressionless face and confirmed that Yin Chengjue really didn't care much about this small-time actor named Rong Yu.
Unbeknownst to them, Yin Chengjue had already sped to the outside of the abandoned toy factory in his car. Not wanting to alert them, he didn't drive in but parked in a concealed spot.
Hua Yun had also arranged for someone to drive the car loaded with money over, and the handoff was scheduled to happen in ten minutes.
Yin Chengjue sat in the back seat of the car, pretending he was just being chauffeured.
"You're showing me this? Is he dead?" Yin Chengjue pretended not to care at all.
"Just a heavier dose of sedative, he's still unconscious for now. But if you don't deliver the money as instructed, he won't be sleeping peacefully anymore—he'll be sleeping forever."
Yin Chengjue kept a straight face. "Oh."
Seeing that he still showed no sign of urgency, the kidnapper grew impatient. "You've seen the person. What else do you want?!"
Yin Chengjue: "Don't want much. It just takes some time to withdraw 50 million in cash. You don't mind waiting a bit, do you?"
Kidnapper: "Cut the nonsense! If the money isn't delivered by this afternoon, we'll kill him immediately!"
With that, the video call ended.
Yin Chengjue's face visibly darkened.
The video had only shown Rong Yu and didn't capture anyone else. Yin Chengjue couldn't confirm how many people were inside, so he didn't dare charge in recklessly.
This feeling of having to calm down and wait was unbearable. Yin Chengjue felt he might lose control at any moment and rush in directly to cut down all those who dared to kidnap Rong Yu.
Hua Yun's people soon arrived with the car, also providing a miniature earpiece that could be attached to the earlobe, looking just like an earring.
After turning on the earpiece, Wei Shu's voice quickly reached Yin Chengjue's ears.
"Hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me?"
"How is he now? Can you see him?" Yin Chengjue urgently asked about Rong Yu's condition.
Wei Shu: "Yes, I've taken control of the camera on the phone used for your video call just now. They happened to place that phone in a position where it has a full view of Rong Yu!"
Hearing this, Yin Chengjue's heart still didn't fully settle.
Under normal circumstances, after using a phone, shouldn't it be put in a pocket or placed flat on a table? Why was the camera still aimed at Rong Yu?
A possibility vaguely surfaced in Yin Chengjue's mind.
Yin Chengjue: "They are currently taking photos or recording a video of Rong Yu!"
Wei Shu: "Right, right! I think so too! From my end, I see the lens keeps circling around Xiao Yu, probably recording. But they already video-called you just now, why are they recording again?"
Yin Chengjue had already gotten into the car loaded with cash. "I'll go in first to check."
Wei Shu: "Wait! Don't rush! There's a situation!"
Yin Chengjue: "Speak quickly!"
Wei Shu: "Xiao Yu, he's awake!"
Rong Yu hadn't expected that a moment of carelessness would allow someone to take advantage of him.
When the cloth soaked with sedative covered his nose, Rong Yu's first instinct was to hold his breath, but he still inhaled some. The drug was extremely potent, causing immediate weakness in his limbs, and just like that, he was hooded and thrown into a van.
The car jolted and bumped, shaking away Rong Yu's last resistance, completely pulling him into unconsciousness from the drug's effects.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself taken to a place that looked long neglected, the air thick with a pervasive, lingering smell of decay.
Rong Yu's gaze swept over the surroundings, then looked down at his body, finding himself tied to a chair with ropes, his mouth also sealed with tape.
In front of him stood more than ten men, all tall and brawny, with bulging muscles and tattoos covering their bodies. Beneath the tattoos were various large and small knife scars.
Some even had scars crossing their faces, with stitch marks from sutures.
Noticing Rong Yu was awake, some leered with obscene, lustful smiles, their faces full of hardened flesh making their expressions appear even more ferocious.
"Oh, the little beauty's awake. Then what are we waiting for? Let's start." A man with a scarred face rubbed his hands and stepped forward.
Another man held up a mobile phone, aimed in his direction, then set it on a discarded toy, fixing it in place.
Rong Yu quietly listened to them talk while untying the ropes binding his hands.
The scar-faced man gestured to the people beside him, and someone stepped forward, roughly tearing the tape from Rong Yu's mouth.
The tape had been on too long and too tight, but the person tore it off without any care, actually splitting Rong Yu's lip. Blood beads welled from the torn lip and quickly trickled down the corner of his mouth.
The corner of Rong Yu's mouth thus became even more vividly red.
"Hah, just as Young Master Chang said, a real beauty. Pity he's a man. I've no interest in that. Whoever's interested, go ahead yourselves." The scar-faced man looked Rong Yu up and down, commenting.
"Hehehe, then, Boss, we'll gladly accept." Some men rubbed their hands in agreement.
"Hey, before you start, inject him with this." The scar-faced man took out a small bottle and a syringe, skillfully assembled the needle, pierced the rubber cap, and drew out the transparent liquid inside.
The others exchanged knowing laughs. "Boss, you really know how to have fun."
Scar-faced man laughed: "This is the good stuff. He's lucky, but considering how much money he's worth, this little thing is nothing. Consider it a gift for him."
The person recording with the phone said, "Boss, if we inject him with this, the video we shoot will definitely satisfy Young Master Chang even more."
Scar-faced man said smugly, "When have I ever failed to satisfy an employer? This is just a small touch."
Rong Yu keenly caught the key point: "Young Master Chang? Chang Yue?"
"Tsk tsk, wrong guess. It's the eldest Young Master Chang, Chang Fengyuan, not his good-for-nothing, profligate younger brother." The scar-faced man said.
"Chang Fengyuan? Heh."
Rong Yu suddenly laughed. "Chang Fengyuan? An illegitimate son. I heard he was only brought back by Old Master Chang not long ago, causing an uproar in the family. In the end, only Old Master Chang acknowledges this son as the eldest, everyone else still considers Chang Yue the eldest Young Master Chang."
Rong Yu looked at the scar-faced man. "I don't recall ever provoking Chang Fengyuan. It couldn't be to get revenge for Chang Yue, could it?"
Scar-faced man snorted: "We don't care about that. Since Chang Fengyuan told us to teach you a lesson, we're just doing our job for the money. You all, start now."
Several men approached Rong Yu as ordered. One took the syringe from the scar-faced man, walked to Rong Yu's side, and tried to tear his sleeve to inject the needle into his arm.
At that moment, a hand suddenly shot out, clamping onto the man's wrist and twisting it forcefully!
"Ah!" The man who struck first let out a cry of agony!
Amid the howl of pain, Rong Yu stood up from the chair. His free hand snatched the needle from the man and, without hesitation, stabbed it into the back of his neck, swiftly injecting the liquid into the man's body.
"Since it's such good stuff, you should enjoy it first." Rong Yu's voice was clear and pleasant, but to the injected man, it sounded bone-chillingly cold.
Ignoring the pain in his neck, the man tried to kick Rong Yu away but heard a soft click from the back of his neck.
Rong Yu held the now empty syringe, smiling as he waved it before the man's eyes.
Then the man realized in horror that the needle was no longer on the syringe!
Rong Yu kicked the man away, threw the syringe aside, grabbed a nearby chair, and hurled it at the four or five men swearing and charging toward him!
He aimed accurately, leaving the men charging at him no room to dodge. They crashed into it directly, resulting in another chorus of cries of pain.
The kidnappers standing farther away finally reacted: a fight had broken out here, and it was their own people being overpowered by someone who had just woken up from a sedative!
The scar-faced man, who had just been smoking and chatting with the man recording, turned around to see his men fallen all over the place. His fury was understandable. "A bunch of useless trash! Can't even handle one actor!"
The men standing farther away angrily rushed forward, holding various iron pipes. With their numbers, they quickly surrounded Rong Yu.
"Kid! You refuse a toast only to drink a penalty wine! See if we don't cripple you!" The scar-faced man threatened viciously, already holding a large machete.
[敬酒不吃吃罚酒 (jìng jiǔ bù chī chī fá jiǔ): lit. refuse to drink a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty wine; fig. to refuse a favorable offer or polite request initially, only to end up suffering worse consequences later.]
Rong Yu pressed his lips together tightly, his face grim, clenching his fists until his knuckles cracked.
He had no weapons.
Facing so many armed guys empty-handed, he knew he wasn't that capable.
Moreover, he still hadn't fully figured out the situation.
The kidnappers, however, didn't immediately strike Rong Yu with the steel pipes but merely surrounded him, staring at him with malicious eyes, as if ready to beat him into a pulp at any moment.
Seeing this, Rong Yu's eyes darkened slightly, vaguely guessing something.
"If you cripple me, the money you're about to get will fly away, right?" Rong Yu scoffed lightly. "I should be quite valuable. If you get that money, you can squander it for a long time. But if you injure me, all your hard work today will be for nothing."
The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes. "Kid, you really think we don't dare to do anything to you?"
Rong Yu: "No, I believe you really want to beat me until I beg for mercy on my knees right now. But more than that, you want to get your hands on the money."
Rong Yu stretched his hand out toward the scar-faced man, smiling. "I don't care who you just called for money. Now, give me the phone. I'll dial another number, and you can get another payment. Name your price. How about it?"
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