Chapter 89 - Professionals (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Yanny is living in the west of the city, a new residential area built by the government at the end of the last century when it was vigorously developing the west area of the city.

The address is not too hard to find. I rush to the residential area where she lives, find the building, and observe carefully. Sure enough, I see a van downstairs. The license plate is exactly the same as what the customer service girl said.

I breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that my judgment is right. They did bring her home.

That scum seems to be undetermined. He still wants to extort money from Yanny.

I park my car on the road outside the residential, take out the phone, call William, tell him the address, and ask him to bring people here. Then I take a cigarette out of my pocket and walk towards the car with easy assurance.

There’s a man sitting in the van, who supposes to be the driver, with a cross face, around 30 years old. He looks just a typical bludger. I walk up to the van with a cigarette in my mouth, reach out my hand and knock on the window. He’s looking at me impatiently, rolling down the window and asking: “What’s the matter?”

I point to the cigarette in my mouth and pretend there’s nothing: “Bro, lend me a fire.”

He glances at me, a little impatient in his eyes, but still bows his head to take the lighter.

I look around. There’s no one walking in the neighborhood during the daytime. When he reaches out and hands the lighter to me, I grab him by the wrist and pull him out of the window without waiting for him calling out. Then my palm has cut on the artery behind his neck. He’s swaying with a groan and loses conscious.

I sigh. Fortunately, this guy didn’t wear the safe belt.

Push the door open and throw him in the van. I clap my hands, then go to Yanny’s home’s corridor and look up.

Don’t know where the scum found these basters. They seem to be veterans, leaving a man to lookout in the corridor. He’s squating in the corridor smoking, watching me coming up, he’s immediately standing up vigilantly. I pretend to ignore him, take out a bunch of keys from pocket and walk upstairs without worrying about him.

My action immediately dispels his vigilance. I’m wearing a suit like a standard office worker. I even deliberately look at him with a doubtful eye, bowing my head and going upstairs. The fellow is relieved. He even steps aside to let me go.

I walk past him and reach several steps above him. Suddenly I stop, turn around and kick him on the head with one foot. The fellow snorts, rolling down and falls on the ground. I immediately rush to him, grab his neck from behind to keep him from making a sound. Then I grab the key in my hand and hold it against his throat. I lower my voice and say to him: “No Shout!”

“Uh…” The man’s face is twisted with pain, his forehead is full of cold sweats. He is strangled by me and has difficulty in breathing. I poke the key on his throat. He breathes in horror and shut his mouth up immediately.

“Where’s that woman?”

“What… woman?”

I grunt, the key in my hand is pressing slightly against his throat and say coldly: “Do you believe this key can pierce your throat?”

“Up there!” This fellow seems to be a crook, recognizing the situation and does not resist. He’s saying quickly: “Fifth floor.”

“How many people there?”

“… Two.”

With a sneer, I find a mobile phone in his pocket, take it out and throw it away. Then I stand up and kick him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

This guy is deceiving me.

I’m sure there are at least four people upstairs!

They seem to be veterans of blackmail. They have at least one driver, one man to lookout downstairs, and maybe three more people upstairs. Generally speaking, one is responsible for keeping watch on the kidnapped person, the other two are responsible for collecting monies and valuable items, and plus the scum man, at least four men upstairs!

I continue going upstairs with very light steps. This apartment building has two families on each floor. Yanny’s home is the left one of the fifth floor. I’m standing on the fourth floor and looking up. The door is closed. There are some voices. I quietly go upstairs, approach the door, look inside carefully, but just hear that scum’s voice. He seems saying something very proudly.

“… I say you are also self-destructive! How nice of you to be honest! How dare you let that man beat me! Good! You beat me? Damn… You just call that guy and let him give me money honestly!”

I take a deep breath and knock hard at the door.

The voice inside suddenly quiets down. I knock twice again, and finally comes a gruff voice: “Who is it?”

I cough and say vaguely: “Delivery!”

Then there is silence for a while, and the gruff voice is shouting: “No time! Come back in the afternoon!”

I gasp, deliberately saying in an impatient tone: “I can’t come one more time for you, can I? Just go out to receive it!”

Ten seconds later, there is a sound of opening the door, and then the door opens a gap. Someone behind the door is standing against it, showing half his face and saying impatiently: “Give it to me!”

I have already stepped back, waiting for the door to open, do not wait for him to finish his words, have raised my leg to kick on the door.

Bang!

The door is kicked open, and the fellow behind the door is knocked heavily on his head and sit down on the ground. I have rushed in and kick him on the face with a flying kick. The man gives a cry of pain and falling backwards. At this time, I’ve seen the situation in the house clearly. Yanny is sitting in the living room, her hands are tied, half of her face is swollen, seems she was slapped. And in the room, as I guessed, besides the one I kick down on the ground, there are three other guys, that scum is sitting next to Yanny and the other two are standing next to the sofa.