bioinnovel Chapter 36 The Zhao family is completely finished!
Chapter 36 The Zhao family is completely finished!
The groans in the alley seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, gradually fading away.
The last rays of the setting sun were completely swallowed up by the towering old buildings, and the alleyway was plunged into a dim twilight.
Zhao Yu lay sprawled on the ground, his pants completely soaked, turning icy cold in the evening breeze, sending chills down his spine.
Bankruptcy liquidation...
Zhang Yan's casual words echoed in his mind like a death curse, crushing his last shred of reason.
He's finished.
It's completely over.
In the midst of this deathly silence, a low and dense engine roar suddenly came from the direction of the alley entrance.
That wasn't a car.
That was a convoy!
The sound grew louder as it approached, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression, like a tide of steel about to engulf the filthy alleyway.
The thugs lying on the ground, and Zhao Yu, who was limp as a rag doll, all instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Five all-black Maybachs, in a domineering manner, ignored the narrow road conditions and blocked both ends of the alley.
The car headlights all turned on simultaneously, and the snow-white beams of light tore through the twilight, illuminating everything in the alley with crystal clarity.
The bodies lying on the ground groaning, the scattered steel pipes, and the neatly dressed boy standing in the middle of the mess.
"Click".
The car doors opened in unison.
Twenty bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing white gloves filed out of the car, their movements swift and silent.
They didn't rush in; instead, they lined up at the alley entrance, forming an impenetrable human wall that completely isolated the area from the outside world.
The somber atmosphere made the temperature in the alley seem to drop several degrees.
Immediately afterwards, the rear door of the middle Maybach was pushed open.
A slender ankle, wrapped in black silk, peeked out first, wearing a pair of ten-centimeter-high Jimmy Choo shoes. The heels made a crisp, heart-pounding sound on the rough cement floor.
Nie Qingcheng got out of the car.
Today she was wearing a well-tailored white suit, her long hair was pulled up, revealing her slender and graceful swan neck.
The languid and alluring expression that always graced her face was now completely gone.
Instead, there was a frost so thick it could freeze a person.
Her gaze, like the most sophisticated radar, swept across the entire alleyway in an instant.
When she saw the thugs rolling on the ground, her brows furrowed slightly.
When she saw the two Wuling Hongguang vans that had collided, a fierce glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Finally, all her attention was focused on the figure standing in the center of the pillar of light.
He was standing.
He was not injured.
His clothes weren't even wrinkled.
In that instant, Nie Qingcheng's heart, which had been clenched because the car's GPS had suddenly stopped working, suddenly relaxed.
The panic that had almost suffocated her receded like a tide.
However, what followed was neither relief nor lingering fear.
Instead, it was a raging, violent fire capable of engulfing the heavens!
Her man.
She cherishes her like a precious treasure, afraid it might melt in her hands.
How dare someone set such a despicable trap for him in such a filthy place!
Nie Qingcheng's jawline tightened, her narrow fox eyes narrowed dangerously, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
She moved.
Wearing high heels, she walked step by step into the depths of the alley.
The sound of heels striking the ground, neither fast nor slow, was like a countdown to death, precisely stepping on everyone's heartbeat.
She didn't look at Zhang Yan.
Her gaze passed over him and locked onto Zhao Yu, who was standing behind him, pale with fright.
As Zhao Yu watched the woman walking towards him, he felt like an ant being targeted by a god.
He wanted to run, but his legs were as weak as noodles and wouldn't obey him at all.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt like it was blocked with cement, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.
Nie Qingcheng walked up to him and stopped.
She looked down at him with a gaze devoid of emotion, devoid of anger or contempt, as if she were looking at a lump of mud stuck to the sole of a shoe.
Linda, who was following behind her, was holding a tablet computer. Her face was pale, but her professionalism made her force herself to remain calm.
"Linda."
Nie Qingcheng's voice was very soft and gentle, but it sounded particularly eerie in this alley filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"President Nie."
Linda bowed.
Nie Qingcheng didn't look at Zhao Yu again. She raised her head and glanced at the sky, which was cut off by old residential buildings and left with only a slit.
"It's getting cold."
She slowly opened her mouth and uttered three words.
Linda's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
Nie Qingcheng turned her head and her gaze fell on the tablet in Linda's hand, which displayed all the information about the Zhao Group.
"Jinghai no longer needs the Zhao family."
The words had barely left his lips.
A buzzing sound went through Zhao Yu's mind, and the last string of reason snapped completely.
His eyes rolled back, and he was so frightened that he fainted.
Nie Qingcheng didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, as if she had just stepped on an insect.
She solved the problem of that trash.
But the violent anger in his heart did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it burned even more fiercely.
Because she noticed that Zhang Yan's cuff had a speck of dust that didn't belong to him.
She turned around, about to walk towards Zhang Yan, ready to personally wipe away the unsightly filth for him.
Just then.
A warm, dry hand gently grasped her wrist.
Zhang Yan had already walked up to her without her noticing.
He didn't speak, but simply looked at her quietly with his clear eyes.
There was no fear, no excitement, only a tranquility that could soothe all restlessness.
He took her hand, pulled her a little closer, and pulled her away from that filthy place.
Nie Qingcheng's body stiffened. The murderous aura she exuded subsided miraculously the moment she touched his body temperature, as if a flood had found an outlet.
"I'm gone."
Zhang Yan's voice was low, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
He raised his other hand and gently wiped the corner of her eye with his fingertips, as if there was something unclean there.
Then, looking into her eyes, he spoke clearly, word by word:
"Go home."
I'm hungry.