Chapter 246: Chapter 246 I Have Some Questions for You

A man in a suit with a build like a tiger’s back and bear’s waist sat on the sofa in the foyer, tossing aside Sleery’s cellphone, as the number nicknamed ‘boyfriend’ kept calling incessantly, becoming a nuisance in hand.

His companions were having fun in a small room, with women’s moans and the sound of vomiting continuously coming from the bedroom. The blonde suited man walked out, trying to find clues from the cellphone.

“It’s fucking useless. We were following her on Raffi Road this morning, and she made quite a few calls to her dad, but clearly, he doesn’t want to answer,” the muscular suited man said.

“He won’t foolishly answer the calls. He knows the syndicate can trace his number…” said the blonde suited man with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

“Maybe he’s got a refuge, his own network that can protect him?” the muscular suited man guessed.

“Not necessarily. If he could have escaped calmly, he wouldn’t have deliberately exposed his daughter to us… All the airports, long-distance buses, and rail transportation in Opportunity City are watched by the syndicate’s informants; he has no chance to escape,” the blonde suited man shook his head.

“So you mean… his daughter really doesn’t know where he is…?” the muscular suited man asked.

“I think so… she doesn’t even know what situation her father is in right now; she even threatened us with the syndicate… We are the ones sent by the syndicate…” the blonde suited man laughed.

“That means, we have no other leads to find him… That’s a problem,” the muscular suited man said.

“Hehehe, he’s disappointed the old man, brother, that’s how the syndicate operates. After all, the chairman knows too much; he can’t let him retire in peace…” the blonde suited man laughed.

“So what now, what shall we do? Staying here is just a waste of time. Do we have any other leads?” the muscular suited man asked in a deep voice.

“Relax, brother, relax. We still have time tonight… You really should go in and take a look at that chick… The chairman’s daughter has a good skin, you know what I mean, we can have some fun with her,” the blonde suited man said, looking back at the bedroom with a smile.

A Black man wearing knuckle dusters delivered a fierce punch to Sleery’s upper abdomen, his fist sinking into her stomach without resistance, forming a round dent.

Clamping her teeth tightly, Sleery tensed her abdominal muscles, but still, she couldn’t stop the heavy force from piercing through her organs. She felt her stomach being violently hit, her throat grew hot, and a mouthful of stomach acid sprayed out between her lips.

“Miss Miles, for a woman, you’re doing well, but I hope you can do even better. Understand?” the Black suited man tilted Sleery’s chin, looking into her pain-filled, somewhat vacant eyes, and said with a smile.

Sleery raised her head and spat a mouthful of saliva onto the Black man’s face.

The Black suited man didn’t get angry but laughed instead. He wiped the spit off his cheek with his tie, then lifted Sleery’s shirt, revealing her abdomen that had been beaten red.

“You’re going to regret this, Miss Miles, I guarantee it,” the Black man said with a smile, raising his fist to continue pummeling Sleery.

Outside the bedroom, the blonde man noticed the cellphone vibrating non-stop on the sofa.

Picking up the cellphone, he looked at the muscular suited man and asked, “Has this guy been calling non-stop?”

“That’s right, he calls again as soon as it’s hung up, it goes unanswered, it automatically hangs up, then he calls again. Miss Miles had sent him two SOS texts; it seems he really cares about his little girlfriend, wonder if he’ll show up,” the muscular suited man said with a smile.

“Miss Miles is young, beautiful, and very rich. Who wouldn’t care? Hmph… if he shows up, kill him,” the blonde suited man said coldly.

“What if he’s called the police?” the muscular suited man asked.

“The County Police won’t get involved; the old man has arranged everything,” the blonde suited man said.

“Bang bang bang…”

In the midst of their conversation, someone knocked on the front door…

The muscular suited man and the blonde suited man exchanged a glance for a second, then immediately pulled out their guns and quietly approached the door.

The Black man and the bearded man in the bedroom also pulled out guns, warily looking towards the door.

The blonde suited man stood beside the door, aiming his gun at the position of the entrance, while the muscular suited man hid on the other side, holding a gun in his left hand and the doorknob in his right.

“3, 2, 1…” the blonde suited man counted down with hand signals.

“Creak.”

The muscular man in a suit fiercely pulled the door open, guns aimed both ways at the door as he did, but the hallway was desolate of any person.

“There’s someone messing with us, he must be around here,” the blond man in a suit whispered.

He glanced outside the door, then carefully stepped out gun in hand to survey both sides of the corridor.

The hallway was serenely quiet; no sound of anyone going up or down the stairs. The motion detector light had turned on for a few seconds because of the noise from opening the door and then went off again.

“See anyone?” the muscular man in a suit asked.

“No… But I’ve got a bad feeling about this. We can’t stay here long. Tie up Miss Miles and take her back for interrogation, it’s time to pull out,” said the blond man, casting wary glances at the elevator and stairway entrances. However, on his other side, Chen Ke suddenly appeared…

A small knife ferociously stabbed into the blond man in a suit’s neck, twisted around, then cut horizontally, completely severing his windpipe and muscles, almost decapitating him.

Chen Ke pushed the body of the blond man in a suit into the door, and while the muscular man in a suit stood there in shock, Chen Ke raised his hand and shot him in the face. The bullet entered through the eye, tearing through the brain tissue and exiting out the back of the head, spraying red and white matter everywhere.

Before the bearded man in the bedroom could even aim, two bullets flew toward him–one hitting his gun-holding hand, breaking off the ring and middle finger along with the gun handle, and the other striking his chest. He grunted and fell backward.

The Black man immediately hid behind the door frame. In just an instant, his three companions had died, leaving only him, and he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of their assailant; he just had a vague impression that they, too, were wearing a black suit…

The Black man, breathing heavily with nerves, held his gun with both hands and leaned against the wall, petrified of giving away even a fraction of his body’s position. He looked at Sleery, who wore a face filled with a mocking smile.

“I don’t care who you are! Fuck… you’d better not mess around; I’ve got Miss Miles! Just try taking half a step into this room, and I’ll blow her pretty head to pieces!” the Black man shouted toward the hallway.

No one responded from outside.

After a few seconds, the Black man gathered his courage to peek behind the wall–no one there.

He looked at Sleery, pondered for a long while, then, all of a sudden, grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her up from the chair.

But Sleery’s feet were still bound to the chair legs with a belt, and she lost her balance and fell forward with a muffled grunt.

“Get up, you idiot…” the Black man said anxiously, planning to drag Sleery with him as a shield to escape the place.

“I thought you didn’t care about me,” Sleery said with a laugh.

“What are you talking about? Shut up!” the Black man exclaimed while hitting the back of Sleery’s head with his gun.

“Move it, don’t you like seeing me suffer?” Sleery, face down on the ground, said with a laugh.

“If you speak again, it’s not going to be just suffering, got it?!” the Black man said fiercely as he undid the belt and roughly pulled up Sleery.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” Sleery looked at the Black man and said.

The Black man’s pupils dilated suddenly as if he realized something, he spun around with his gun at the ready, but at the same moment, his wrist was seized by a pair of strong hands, and his neck was tightly constricted by a powerful arm.

The sound of bones breaking, the P226 handgun fell to the ground.

“*Gasp*… *Gasp*! Ah… Cough cough…!” the Black man’s other hand frantically clung to the arm choking his neck as he struggled violently.

Chen Ke kept ramping up the pressure, his left arm increasingly tightening, forcing the Black man’s head forward in coordination with unlimited strength, leaving the Black man with no chance to resist, finally passing out in the crook of his arm.

Once he sensed that the Black man was motionless, Chen Ke threw him onto the ground and then turned to look at Sleery.

Sleery was bruised with a swollen nose and face, her clothes half-pulled off, her abdomen showing a mass of bruises, and the floor around her littered with her vomit. This scene reminded Chen Ke of a domestic TV series called “Tang Bohu Points Qiuxiang.”

Chen Ke searched the keys off the suit-clad man’s body and turned Sleery over from the ground, unlocking the handcuffs.

Although she was beaten up badly, she was still able to move, so Chen Ke didn’t bother with her. Instead, he handcuffed the unconscious Black man to the bedpost and kicked him awake.

“You’re not planning to kill him?” Sleery asked, getting up from the ground.

“I have some questions, I want to ask him,” Chen Ke said coldly, turning to stare at the Black man while twirling a folding knife in his hand.