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"Please open the door, it's a routine inspection," the person outside shouted loudly.
Fei Hu couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope; this might be his chance to escape. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, Liu Yipiao walked over and pressed the gun against Fei Hu's waist, saying, "Kid, be honest and act accordingly. Don't reveal anything; be careful that my gun doesn't go off. At that point, your girlfriend's safety will be hard to guarantee." Liu Yipiao's words pierced Fei Hu's heart like a knife. No matter what happened to him, he must not let Xia Yan get hurt; otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Fei Hu nodded helplessly. At Liu Yipiao's gesture, he gently sat down beside Xia Yan. Liu Yipiao's subordinates were well-trained; they quickly took advantageous positions and pretended as if nothing was wrong, appearing very calm. When the door opened, several security guards stood outside with batons in hand. One young man who looked like a supervisor leaned in and glanced around suspiciously, asking, "Why are there so many people in this room?"
Liu Yipiao tightened his grip, and Fei Hu felt the coldness of the gun barrel. He hurriedly said, "These are all my friends who came to visit for a bit; there's nothing unusual about it."
"You'd better leave quickly; having so many people here isn't good," the young man said before looking around again with some concern and then leaving with a few security guards. As the footsteps of the hotel staff faded away, Fei Hu's heart sank.
"We're leaving immediately to avoid any further issues," Liu Yipiao said as he nudged Fei Hu with his gun.
Fei Hu was sandwiched between seven or eight big men as they slowly exited the hotel. On the roadside was a dark red business Buick; before Fei Hu could think too much, he was pushed inside. The car started moving quickly towards the suburbs, and Fei Hu couldn't figure out where they were taking him!
Liu Yipiao sat in the front seat next to Fei Hu and turned his head with a smile, saying, "You're quite perceptive; you didn't stubbornly resist like they said you would. Your cooperation today has been very good, so you'll suffer less. Just think about it; we're all here for money anyway."
Fei Hu glanced at Liu Yipiao. He initially wanted to ignore him but then thought it might be useful to get closer to this person and possibly learn something. So he smiled slightly and said, "What they said is very accurate; I'm indeed quite stubborn. But today I encountered someone like you, Liu Laozhijian; if I don't keep my eyes open, wouldn't that be seeking my own demise? However, I find it a bit strange—someone as capable as you, who else could make you come out personally?"
"Hahaha! What Liu Laozhijian? Nonsense! The police would love to shoot me on sight, but they can't catch me. I've lived my life for money; because someone offered a high price, I'm taking this risk myself. But I must tell you that this person is definitely not from the Ye Family's two troublemakers; she seems to have quite a background. I still don't know her specific identity; I only recognize money, not people—that's the rule on the streets," Liu Yipiao said as he turned his head away.
In A City, only Ye Wu was his arch-nemesis; it could also be Ye Wei. But since Liu Yipiao said it wasn't either of them, who else could it be? Fei Hu pondered deeply about why so many people were concerned about him but couldn't come up with an answer. Was he really going to die so cluelessly? Just as Fei Hu was lost in thought, the car suddenly came to a stop.
"I'm sorry, brother, but this is the rule." Liu Yipiao suddenly turned his head, and Fei Hu felt a sweet scent wafting towards him. He tried to hold his breath, but it was too late. As the scent entered his nostrils, an inexplicable discomfort surged in his heart, leaving him weak and unable to open his eyes. Gradually, he lost all sense of feeling.
Time passed without him knowing how long it had been. When Fei Hu slowly opened his eyes, he realized he was lying on a bed. He suddenly remembered what had happened. He rolled over and got up from the bed, only to feel a complete lack of strength, as if all his bones had been disassembled.
Sitting on the bed, Fei Hu began to observe everything in the room: a single wooden bed with fresh bedding, whitewashed walls, but the room was small and had only one iron door. There was nothing else inside; it was cleaner than a prison. Where was this? It seemed he had been placed under house arrest. But who was keeping him here? As he thought about this, a sharp pain shot through his head. Did Liu Yipiao poison him when he came in?
Suddenly, Fei Hu recalled the meditation technique his grandfather had taught him. With that thought in mind, he sat cross-legged and silently recited the mental formula, beginning to breathe deeply. Slowly, he entered a meditative state.
After a while, Fei Hu felt heat rising from his head, and gradually a bitter and fishy substance surged up from his throat. When he opened his mouth, he vomited onto the floor—a lump of black blood. That bastard really did poison him.
Once he finished purging himself, Fei Hu immediately felt lighter and more refreshed than before; his mind cleared significantly. He gently got off the bed and moved around on the floor to stretch his muscles, realizing that all his internal energy was still intact. Only then did he feel relieved.
Fei Hu took out a piece of tissue from his pocket to clean up the blood on the floor. Then he tiptoed to the door and gently pulled on it, only to find that it had been locked from the outside. It seemed escaping was impossible.
At that moment, footsteps approached from afar. Listening closely, Fei Hu could tell there were at least two people coming. He hurriedly lay back down on the bed and pretended to be unconscious.
The heavy iron door swung open with a loud bang. Peeking from the corner of his eye, Fei Hu saw four young men walk in. One of them glanced at Fei Hu and said, "The boss keeps bragging about how this guy is as formidable as an ancient hero. I think it's all nonsense; look at him—he's completely out of it after just one dose of that powder."
"You don't know anything," another replied. "Liu Yipiao's powder isn't ordinary; its effects last over a week. Even the strongest person will become as helpless as a lamb because this stuff drains all their energy and makes them feel miserable!" Hearing this from the bed, Fei Hu understood everything.
These four guys really believed that Fei Hu was still unconscious as they said. Without further ado, they grabbed his arms and legs and hoisted him onto their shoulders like they were taking him to an execution scene in a movie. Fei Hu's heart began to race violently—where were they taking him? He realized he could only act according to circumstances.
After exiting the door and passing through a corridor, they entered an elevator. It dawned on Fei Hu that he had been locked in a basement; no wonder there were no windows in the room. Who could have such power? This place resembled a prison room; it seemed far from coincidental. Now Fei Hu felt that he might be finished; he had encountered an opponent he regretted not revealing his identity to Ye Xiaofei last night.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Fei Hu saw that this damn place was anything but ordinary. The corridor's decor felt like a private villa, elegant yet high-end.
The door opened to a large room resembling a conference hall, where a woman wearing a mask sat at a big table. From her physique and hair, Fei Hu could only determine that she was female, but he couldn't tell her name or age. Next to this woman sat Liu Yipiao, who wore a broad smile and had an air of pride about him.
The four men placed Fei Hu in a large chair and stepped aside. Fei Hu hung his head, eyes tightly closed, and saliva dripped from his mouth. He wasn't exactly sleeping; rather, he was curled up in the chair. He acted convincingly because the people here were not simple; any misstep could cost him his life.
"Liu Yipiao, what have you done to him? This is not what I wanted to see," said the masked woman sitting at the head of the table. Her tone was somewhat stern, and Fei Hu could tell she was at least in her forties—not some young girl.
Liu Yipiao stood up and said respectfully, "Boss, you know he's quite formidable. I was afraid he would cause trouble if I didn't take strong measures. But don't worry; I only used a little sedative. He won't be in any danger. Isn't it better this way to prevent him from causing issues?"
"You've incapacitated him? I've told you before that I want someone who is fully functional. If he stays like this, you can take him back! I'll keep the fifty thousand for myself," the woman's voice was low but filled with authority.
Liu Yipiao laughed and said, "Boss, you're joking! What would I want with this guy? To make him my underling? Rest assured, the effects of the drug will only last seven days. After that, he'll be just like before. But be careful; waking him up now is easy—he just lacks the strength to resist."
As Liu Yipiao spoke, he walked over and pressed his hand on Fei Hu's vital point. Fei Hu's heart raced—what did this old man intend to do? Did he want his life? In a panic, Fei Hu opened his eyes.
"Hey! This kid really has deep skills; he woke up on his own, saving me the trouble," Liu Yipiao said as he returned to his seat.
Fei Hu rolled his eyes and feigned weakness as he asked, "Where is this? What do you want from me? If you're going to kill me, just do it quickly; dragging it out is torturous. Why do I feel so weak? Did you old fool do this to me?" After saying this, Fei Hu gasped for breath and let his head droop again.
Suddenly, the door to the hall burst open, and a bloodied man rushed in. The atmosphere instantly became tense.
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