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In the evening, as the sun set in the west and the sky was filled with colorful clouds, a long school bell rang, and groups of students streamed out of the school gates.
Xia Xihe pushed his bicycle, his head hanging low, following the crowd out of the school gate.
A gray BMW slowly followed about fifty meters behind. Three girls were squeezed together in the back seat, disregarding their manners. Yao Jialin continued to use binoculars to focus on the figure ahead, exclaiming, "Oh dear... It looks like our little Xihe is really feeling down... Look at him, he can't even lift his head. I told you that following that wolf wouldn't make him happy!"
"Well, without hardship, how can there be happiness? It's normal for couples to have their little quarrels," Tang Yongjun said.
"Yeah, if everything goes smoothly all the time, it gets boring. A bit of joy and sorrow makes it more interesting for the readers," Zhen Huiqi chimed in while jotting down notes, reminding the driver, "Old Zhao, don't follow too closely; it would be bad if we get discovered."
"Don't worry, Miss. I'll be careful," the driver replied confidently.
"Hey... is this really going to work?" Tang Yongjun asked worriedly. Zhen Huiqi confidently responded:
"Hehe, based on typical plot development, Yan Yulong will only take two actions next. First, he’ll block Xia Xihe at his doorstep and give him a domineering yet sweet kiss while saying 'You’re not allowed to sulk with me'—or he’ll have several bodyguards in black suits appear on his way home to kidnap him into a car and declare 'You can't go back until we make up,' and then they can get down to business—oh ho ho ho!"
"Are you joking? There's no way it would develop so conveniently," Tang Yongjun expressed skepticism when suddenly Yao Jialin shouted:
"Here come some guys in black suits!"
"No way?" Even Zhen Huiqi was surprised as she squeezed forward with Tang Yongjun.
Indeed, three men in black suits appeared ahead, menacingly surrounding Xia Xihe.
"Excuse me, what’s going on...?" Xia Xihe was about to ask when two of them lunged at him without explanation. Startled, Xia Xihe dropped his bicycle and ran back as another man quickly approached.
"Don’t come any closer—!" Xia Xihe panicked and kicked out; the man seemed prepared and agilely dodged.
The other two quickly caught up as Xia Xihe frantically fought back. Even though he was skilled in Taekwondo, he couldn't handle three tall and strong men at once, especially since they seemed to have some martial arts background.
One of them landed a heavy punch to his abdomen, causing Xia Xihe to groan in pain and clutch his stomach. His glasses were knocked off in the process. The other two rushed in to subdue him.
Xia Xihe struggled desperately as one person pulled out a syringe and forcefully injected it into Xia Xihe's neck. Xia Xihe let out a muffled groan and fainted.
The group carried him into a black car parked nearby, and the vehicle quickly sped away.
The four people in the BMW stared in shock, completely forgetting to react, but the driver was the first to regain his senses.
"Um... Miss... should we follow them?"
Zhen Huiqi stammered, "Then... let's follow them..."
"Okay." The driver cautiously pressed the accelerator to catch up.
Yao Jialin said anxiously, "Those people don't look like they were sent by Yan Yulong..."
Tang Yongjun agreed, "Yeah, their actions are so rough, and they even injected Xihe... it feels really scary..."
"Let's not talk about that for now; let's see where they are going." Zhen Huiqi said, trying to remain calm.
The wall clock's hands stopped at six forty-five, and the orange-yellow afterglow filtered through the white curtains, casting shadows on the wooden floor.
Yan Yulong lay half-reclined on a deep blue bed, a glaring bandage stuck to his handsome cheek—evidence of being hit by Xia Xihe.
He toyed with a gas pistol, casually rubbing his face. Fifteen meters away on the wall in front of him hung a human-shaped target.
Yan Yulong lazily raised the gun and fired several shots, hitting the target's head and heart.
He tossed the gun aside, resting his hands behind his head as he lay down drowsily. Not long after he settled in, the intercom phone at the head of the bed rang.
It was probably the servants calling him for dinner. Yan Yulong lay still as if he hadn't heard it; if it rang more than three times without him answering, it meant he didn't want to be bothered. Usually, at this point, the servants would take the hint and hang up.
But this time, the phone rang five or six times before Yan Yulong, feeling annoyed, opened his eyes and lazily pressed the speakerphone button.
The respectful voice of the head butler, Wu Xin, came through: "Third Young Master, I apologize for disturbing you. There are three young ladies claiming to be your classmates who say they have urgent matters to discuss with you."
"What matters?" Yan Yulong asked disinterestedly.
"They said it's about... your friend Xia Xihe."
The mention of Xia Xihe's name acted like a switch; Yan Yulong immediately sat up in bed, full of energy. "Have them wait for me in the side hall."
"Understood."
Yan Yulong hung up the phone and walked barefoot out of his room. In the side hall of the Yan Family, Yao Jialin and the other two were sitting upright, even afraid to casually drink the tea brought by the servants.
The full-body metal detection check upon entering and the imposing presence of the bodyguards outside had already frightened them. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, they wouldn't have dared to come at all.
Wu Xin, dressed in a gray suit, politely greeted them: "Ladies, please have some tea. The Third Young Master will be down shortly."
"Thank you..." Yao Jialin replied with an awkward smile, calmly picking up her teacup, followed by the other two. Less than a minute later, Yan Yulong came down the spiral staircase.
"Mr. Yan!" Yao Jialin stood up anxiously upon seeing him, casting aside her fear.
Yan Yulong raised his handsome eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
"Uh... I'm..." Yao Jialin suddenly felt embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.
At that moment, Zhen Huiqi stepped forward.
"Mr. Yan, never mind who we are; it's about Xihe—she's in trouble!"
Yan Yulong had a vague impression of the girl who had once secretly filmed him. He frowned and asked, "What do you mean something happened?"
Yao Jialin hurriedly chattered, "After school today, we followed Xihe home, and on the way, he was taken away by a few men in black suits! We thought you sent someone to find him, but those men injected Xihe with some strange needle, and he passed out! We found it strange and followed them..."
Before she could finish, Yan Yulong's expression changed drastically as he rushed forward, grabbing her by the collar and asking in a terrifying tone, "What did those people do to Xihe?"
"Uh... well... uh..." Yao Jialin was so frightened by his expression that her tongue got tied. The timid Tang Yongjun had already curled up in a ball, while only Zhen Huiqi dared to interject:
"They didn't really hurt Xihe; they just knocked him out. We followed their car and found out they were heading towards the dock area, but then they probably noticed us and quickly shook us off. We don't know where their destination was."
Yao Jialin nodded, "We had no choice, so we came to find you..."
Yan Yulong released her, thought for a moment, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any other clue?"
"Oh, yes! I noted down the license plate number..." Zhen Huiqi quickly pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. Yan Yulong took it, glanced at it, and then turned to walk away.
"Ah... Mr.Yan, um..."
Yao Jialin wanted to ask something else, but Yan Yulong turned back and said, "Thank you. I'll handle the rest from here."
He quickly walked up the stairs, leaving the others in the living room exchanging glances.
Yan Yulong rushed back to his room, picked up his phone, and dialed his Second Brother's number: "Bro, help me check a license plate number. Also, I want to know if there were any suspicious boats leaving the dock today..."
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