After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1142 - 1146: I’m Never the Patient Type

As soon as Zhou Li finished speaking, Leng Zirui had already opened the door from inside, mimicking Song Yuh’s voice and said three words, "Come in!"

The corridor was dim, and Leng Zirui deliberately stood in the shadows. Even Zhou Li didn’t recognize he was impersonating Song Yuh and immediately walked in with a smile, "It’s really strange, how did they bring you here?!"

Leng Zirui turned around to close the door, and Zhou Li stood there, curiously looking around. Not seeing anyone else, there was some doubt in his eyes, and he immediately turned to look at Leng Zirui.

Before he could turn his face, Leng Zirui had already stepped forward, grabbed him with his right hand, and pressed him against the wall. Leng Zirui raised his right hand, and the cold gun muzzle was against his forehead.

At this point, Zhou Li had recognized he was not Song Yuh. Looking at the enchanting face in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise, his face turned pale with fright, yet he didn’t dare make a sound.

Leng Zirui held the gun in one hand, while the other hand quickly searched his body. He didn’t find any listening devices, only a phone from Zhou Li’s hand.

He opened the call log, checked the same number Zhou Li had dialed, and confirmed he was the spy planted by him beside Song Yuh, "Did they send you here?"

Zhou Li still wanted to pretend, "I don’t understand what you mean..."

Leng Zirui flicked his left hand, a blade flashed between his fingers, and with a puff, the blade slashed across his chest.

Zhou Li’s clothes instantly tore open, feeling the cold blade tip sweep across his skin, he was already terrified, all his hairs standing on end.

Leng Zirui pressed the dagger against his chest, "I am generally not a patient person!"

Zhou Li was not a professional spy, merely bribed, and naturally couldn’t have the strong will of a trained spy. He immediately stammered, "I just took their money, I don’t know anything else. They sent me, asked me to check how many people were here and then notify them by phone. If it’s safe, send a text 1, if not, send 0... Don’t kill me, I was forced. They... threatened to kill my family..."

Not wanting to hear more, Leng Zirui raised his hand and struck the side of his neck with his knife.

Of course, it wasn’t the blade but the hilt, so Zhou Li didn’t die, only passed out.

Ignoring Zhou Li, who slid down the wall, Leng Zirui directly took the phone from his pocket, edited a "1," and sent it to Lin Huo’s number.

Stashing the phone into his own pocket, Leng Zirui casually took out a rope, tied Zhou Li up, and gagged him, then tossed him to a corner of the lab. He bent down to pick up the gun on the floor and retreated into the inner room.

Outside the lab, in the forest, Lin Huo’s phone slightly vibrated. He glanced at the message and turned to Tang Ming beside him, "Safe!"

Tang Ming held a night-vision binocular, carefully scanning the perimeter of the lab. There were no unusual signs.

"Move in, I want them alive!"

"Yes!" Lin Huo responded, raising his hand to pin his wireless mic, "Move in, commence!"

After giving the order, Lin Huo immediately led the two men behind him, charging downhill, while several teams on nearby hills swiftly moved toward the lab.

Tang Ming stood on the hillside, watching the valley shrouded in darkness, a trace of coldness on his lips.