Official Career Storm

Chapter 1544 1544

The restaurant wasn't far from the City Government, but there were many traffic lights. Song Guanchao didn't care about the red lights and recklessly charged ahead.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that he almost tore the leather cover.

His expression was grim and fierce; his eyes could kill, and his rage was almost tangible.

There was only one thought in his mind: Zhang Yan must die, and Fan Jie must die too!

No matter what happened to Wu Qiangwei today, he would make sure those two were dead!

He didn't call Liang Jianfeng to have him capture Zhang Yan.

It was meaningless now.

He knew very well that since Zhang Yan decided to end things this way, it meant she had already left Jiangzhou.

Barring any surprises, Zhang Yan had probably already left the country.

Fan Jie likely didn't know about this.

In other words, Fan Jie had been sold out by her.

...

No, no...

Wu Ming pushed open the doors of the private rooms one by one, quickly finishing the search on the second floor without finding anything.

He moved to the third floor and found nothing when he opened up the last private room.

The unease in Wu Ming's heart grew stronger. He couldn't control his thoughts and imagined the worst-case scenario. His extreme anxiety made him feel like his energy was being drained, and he started to feel dizzy.

Just then, Uncle Hong called.

With trembling hands, he answered the phone: "Uncle Hong, I couldn't find her..."

"308," Uncle Hong said calmly.

308...

He glanced at the nearby 308 private room. He remembered going there, but he didn't see his sister.

"I've been there..."

"Look more carefully, I'm coming up now."

Once Uncle Hong arrived, he immediately checked the surveillance and confirmed that Wu Qiangwei and Fan Jie were both in room 308 and hadn't come out.

The fact that Wu Ming didn't find them meant he hadn't looked carefully enough.

Or perhaps, the room had a hidden compartment.

With a new direction, Wu Ming regained some composure, rushed to 308, and forcefully pushed the door open.

The room was empty, with nothing inside.

No, wait, there were used teacups on the coffee table.

He stepped into the room, quickly scanned around, and immediately focused on the restroom.

It was the only place in the room where someone could hide!

He rushed to the restroom, but found the door locked from the inside.

He was even more certain that his sister was inside!

"Fan Jie, open the door!" Wu Ming yelled.

But there was no response from inside.

He stepped back, lifted his foot, and kicked furiously, but the door wouldn't budge.

After countless kicks, he was panting, physically exhausted. At this moment, he heard Uncle Hong's voice behind him: "Move aside."

Just as he turned his head, he saw Uncle Hong charge forward, using his whole body's strength to slam his shoulder against the restroom door.

With a bang, the door that Wu Ming kicked over a dozen times without opening was burst open by Uncle Hong.

As the door opened, they immediately saw Wu Qiangwei curled in the corner, her clothes torn and disheveled. Fan Jie was gripping her arm, trying to pin her to the ground.

Fan Jie was inwardly cursing.

He had dragged Wu Qiangwei to the restroom, planning to take advantage of her then and there, but his excessive movements had startled her awake.

Yet the drug was still effective; her struggles weren't strong, but the cramped space made it hard for him to maneuver.

As long as no one interfered, he wouldn't take long to subdue Wu Qiangwei.

However, the unexpected happened.

His actions were discovered.

Hearing the sound of kicks and someone calling his name, he knew he'd been exposed.

In his anxiety, he became even more desperate to deal with Wu Qiangwei swiftly.

But the more anxious he became, the more mistakes he made.

Perhaps Wu Qiangwei heard the commotion outside, too, which made her struggle even harder.

Finally, the door was kicked open.

As Fan Jie turned his head, he saw an elderly man walking up, extending a hand.

The next second, he felt a sudden tightness in his scalp and a massive force dragging his body.

His resistance was laughably weak by comparison as he was dragged out of the restroom and thrown to the ground.

Then he saw a large shoe sole rapidly magnifying in his vision.

Thud.

The shoe sole made intimate contact with his face.

His nose bone cracked, eye socket cracked, brow bone also fractured...

The pain from the bone fractures caused his tear glands to uncontrollably burst, and he screamed out in agony from the excruciating pain.

Wu Ming rushed into the restroom, immediately took off his own clothes to cover his sister: "Sis, are you alright?"

Wu Qiangwei's eyes were still filled with panic. She steadied herself, weakly saying, "I'm fine."

Wu Ming helped her up, and as they emerged, they saw Uncle Hong, expressionless, repeatedly stomping on Fan Jie's head.

Fan Jie, who stood over six feet tall, was powerless against Uncle Hong, a senior over fifty, getting his head smashed, his face broken, half-dead.

"Uncle Hong, that's enough," Wu Qiangwei said weakly.

Wu Ming protested: "This bastard should just be finished off!"

Uncle Hong furrowed his brow, remembering that Wu Qiangwei wasn't usually this soft-hearted.

Fan Jie took advantage of the pause to plead, "Stop hitting me, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Inwardly, he was secretly pleased, thinking Wu Qiangwei still cared about him.

Wu Qiangwei replied, "Let Song Guanchao come and deal with him later."

The two of them: "..."

Wu Ming grimaced: "Sis, even now you're still thinking about him."

"Why wasn't he with you today?" Uncle Hong was displeased.

"Uncle Hong, don't misunderstand, Song Guanchao was set up as well."

Wu Ming immediately explained.

After hearing the details, Uncle Hong nodded, dispelling his dissatisfaction with Song Guanchao.

At this point, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

Even though no one had yet arrived, they knew it had to be Song Guanchao.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Song Guanchao arrived.

Seeing Wu Qiangwei wrapped in Wu Ming's clothing, weakly resting on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her face flushed with agitation, and her shirt and pants torn and dirty from struggling, Song Guanchao could no longer suppress the anger he had held within all along.

He charged toward Fan Jie, kicking him squarely in the face as if it were a soccer ball.

"Take it easy."

Uncle Hong stopped him, causing his kick to miss, the tip of his shoe grazing Fan Jie's nose.

Fan Jie felt as though a knife had lightly scraped him, becoming terrified.

Had that kick landed, he felt he might have been killed instantly.

Though Uncle Hong's hits were heavy, they had limits.

Song Guanchao seemed intent on killing him.

Fan Jie hurriedly covered his head, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't hit me."

Uncle Hong grabbed his arm and could feel the bulging muscles.

It was his first time sensing such a heavy air of menace from this young man.

It was also Wu Qiangwei's first encounter.

Until now, Song Guanchao had always been measured in doing things.

But at this moment, Song Guanchao was clearly out of control, acting without regard for the consequences.

"Calm down." Uncle Hong dared not let go. In this state, Song Guanchao really could kill someone.

Song Guanchao stood there, taking two or three minutes to somewhat regain control of his emotions.

"Uncle Hong, let go, I've got this," he said in a low voice.

Uncle Hong only released him when he was sure some rationality had returned to Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao walked over, coldly saying, "Lie still."

Fan Jie still cradled his head: "If I committed a crime, let the police arrest me. Song Guanchao, you can't hit me, you can't take extrajudicial measures."

Song Guanchao's tone grew even colder: "Don't make me repeat a third time, lie still!"

Fan Jie's body shook. He couldn't see Song Guanchao's expression, but from his tone, he knew Song Guanchao was furious.

In such a situation, how could he possibly lie down?

Wu Ming watched from the side, not daring to make a sound. Song Guanchao, in this state, was terrifying as hell.

He was afraid if he made even a sound, he might get caught in the crossfire.

Already enraged, Song Guanchao had little patience. Seeing Fan Jie refuse to cooperate, he didn't bother to speak further. He pressed his foot on Fan Jie's head, steadily applying pressure as if grinding out a cigarette butt.

Fan Jie couldn't endure this sustained pain, screaming as he reached out to grab Song Guanchao's ankle.

Just as he stretched out his hand, Song Guanchao violently kicked with his lower leg.

Crunch.

The toe of his shoe struck Fan Jie's forearm. Fan Jie cried out, his forearm driven into the ground along with his upper arm.

Song Guanchao stepped forward, raised his foot, and fiercely stomped on his elbow joint.