The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 152 - : 152: Xu Fang is kidnapped, Jiang Zhi pursues (Second update

Chapter 152: 152: Xu Fang is kidnapped, Jiang Zhi pursues (Second update

“Zhou Xufang is missing.”

Xue Baoyi was baffled, “What do you mean missing?”

He didn’t explain, just said, “Don’t alert the police yet, get some people over here.”

“I’ll bring people over right away.”

After hanging up with Xue Baoyi, Jiang Zhi called Lin Wanwan, who was frantic on the other end asking endlessly; Jiang Zhi interrupted, “Pull up all the surveillance footage around the opera house.”

That was all he said before hanging up.

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There were no windows in the stairwell, not a sliver of moonlight could seep in; only the weak glow from the phone’s screen lit Jiang Zhi’s hand, his fingertips slightly red, the veins on the back of his hand faintly visible.

He stopped walking and stood in the dim light.

“Xu Fang.”

He called out again, “Xu Fang,” talking to himself, his voice the only sound in the stairwell, “Can you hear me?”

He paused, gripping his hand tightly, his palm sweaty.

“Your hearing is so good, can you hear me speaking?”

She should be able to hear him.

He said, “Don’t be afraid.”

Don’t panic, stay calm, he took a deep breath, “And don’t hesitate, if they make any demands, no matter what, just agree; I only care about your safety.”

And also, “Wait for me.”

First floor of the opera house, the security room.

Tang Jia took a call and woke up his dozing colleague.

His colleague, groggy, heard some commotion outside, “What’s going on?” he yawned, “Why are the lights out?”

Tang Jia pulled two flashlights from the drawer, “The power’s out.”

“The electrical system was just tested yesterday, how could there be a power failure?”

“I don’t know.” Tang Jia handed his colleague a flashlight, and they both left the security room. He switched on the radio, informing the security on other floors, “Secure all the exits immediately, don’t let anyone out.”

His colleague was puzzled, “The opera house is so huge, just seal it off like that? Who gave that order?”

“It was Mr. Jiang’s personal order.”

“…”

Alright, pretend I didn’t ask.

This opera house was owned by the Qiao Family, and Mr. Jiang and the Qiao Family’s fourth son grew up together. Not to mention sealing off the building, even if someone wanted to bring in an excavator and dig three feet under, nobody would dare say a word.

At that moment, outside the opera house, the sound of an ambulance siren could be heard.

Tang Jia holding a flashlight, shone it outside, “Who’s injured, why is an ambulance here?”

No sooner had he spoken than several people in costume rushed out from the first floor staircase, two of whom were carrying a stretcher, running in front.

Tang Jia and his colleague went over and stopped them.

The man carrying the stretcher was frantic, soaked in sweat, he bellowed, “Move aside!”

Tang Jia raised his flashlight, shining it on the man’s face—a big and sturdy guy, ordinary looking, dressed in ancient costume performance attire, sleeves rolled up, sporting a black dragon tattoo on his arm.

This person seemed odd.

Tang Jia didn’t let them pass, “The exit is sealed off, you can’t leave for the moment.”

The man became desperate, freed one hand, snatched the flashlight, and shone it on the stretcher, “Don’t you see she’s bleeding? If she dies, who will take responsibility?”

Tang Jia had not paid attention before, but now saw clearly and was startled; the stretcher held a girl covered in blood, her face obscured by blood, blood still dripping from her fingertips hanging off the stretcher.

My God, how severe her injuries!

Tang Jia looked at the ambulance outside and asked, “Which theater are you from?”

“Third-floor, Hall four,” the man carrying the stretcher said, “There was a power outage, and an actor fell from the stage, hitting filming equipment.”

Tang Jia took back his flashlight, scrutinizing the blood-drenched girl on the stretcher, which sent shivers down the spine of anyone watching; he quickly signaled to his colleague, “Quickly, confirm this with a call.”

His colleague immediately connected with the third-floor’s Hall four and after confirming, nodded, saying it indeed happened.

Tang Jia hesitated, thinking whether to consult Mr. Jiang first, but the other party was already frantic, “What’s wrong with you security? This is a matter of life and death and you’re obstructing us, shall I call the police?!”

The person on the stretcher was still bleeding; in just that short moment, a small pool of blood had already formed on the ground. Tang Jia, feeling anxious, turned back to the colleague at the door and said, “Let them go.”

They didn’t completely lift the blockade, just let the two carrying the stretcher through. As soon as the stretcher was carried out, the medics on the ambulance immediately lifted the person onto the vehicle.

“Loosing so much blood, can she still be saved?”

“I don’t know.” Tang Jia wiped his head, “Something just feels off.”

Outside, the ambulance had already driven away, very fast, and soon its sound could no longer be heard.

His colleague asked him, “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, unable to figure it out for a moment, “You guys guard the exit well, don’t let anyone else out.”

After giving the order, he took a flashlight and was about to go upstairs to investigate when he took just a couple of steps—

Something was wrong!

He realized, “The ambulance arrived too quickly!”

It was too late!

“Old Li, you guys hurry up and chase after it.” Tang Jia’s face reddened with urgency as he pushed his dazed colleague, “Brother Chong, call Mr. Jiang.”

There was no need to call; he had already arrived.

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Jiang Zhi had run down, his head covered in sweat, his forehead hair already damp. He stopped beside the pool of blood, “Where was she taken?”

He was panting, his voice hoarse.

Because of the power outage, the heating had also stopped, but Tang Jia was still covered in sweat, “She was carried onto the ambulance.”

Jiang Zhi crouched down, extended his hand, slightly trembling, and touched the blood on the ground—it was chillingly cold. His eyes reddened at the sight of that shockingly crimson blood.

“Is she badly injured?”

Tang Jia was terrified, “Blood, there’s blood all over her.”

Jiang Zhi got up, his steps faltering slightly.

“Boss!”

It was Ah Wan; he had also run down.

Jiang Zhi’s fingertips were still stained with blood, the rich redness making his fingers appear paler; he was sweating, his eyelashes seemed veiled by a layer of mist, his eyes already red, “I’m in no state to drive, you take people and chase after the ambulance.”

“Okay, I’m on it.”

Ah Wan immediately called a few men and chased after it.

The ambulance sped very fast, and within a few minutes, it was on the elevated road.

Apart from the driver at the front, there were four people in the back, two in white coats and two in stage costumes. The ambulance’s door wasn’t securely shut, a man with a crew-cut peeked through the gap to the outside, “Brother San, it seems like someone is catching up.”

The man called Brother San, who had blood-stained stage costumes, took them off and tossed them aside, his shirt sleeves still rolled up, a black dragon tattooed along his arm, coiling around it.

The man was Hong San, known in the underworld as Brother San.

He said, “Notify Brother Hua to get ready, we’ll switch cars at Three-mile Bridge.”

“What about her?” the crew-cut man pointed to the person on the stretcher, still unconscious and motionless.

“Tie her up.”

After giving the order, Hong San made a call and said, “We’ve got the person.”

The voice on the phone was a woman’s, who lightly acknowledged, “Do you know what to do next?”

“I know.”

It was eight fifty-seven.

The opera house’s electrical circuit had been fixed; the blackout was caused by all three main fuses being intentionally cut, not a malfunction.

By the time Xue Baoyi arrived, all unrelated personnel had already been cleared out; Jiang Zhi was checking the surveillance in the security room. Xue Baoyi had settled her people and asked him, “How’s the situation?”

Jiang Zhi was silent, staring at the surveillance monitor.

The power inside the opera house was out, but the outdoor surveillance wasn’t connected internally and hadn’t been cut; fortunately, it captured the entire process of the stretcher being loaded onto the ambulance.

Xue Baoyi glanced at the monitor, “Is that Zhou Xufang?”

“It is her.”

Jiang Zhi couldn’t be mistaken. The hoodie she was wearing was bought by him; even if her face was covered in blood, he recognized her bone structure—it was definitely her.

So much blood…

Glancing at the bloodied figure on the stretcher, Xue Baoyi also panicked, “What are these people trying to do?” Is it a matter of life or money? If it’s money, it’s still okay, but if it’s about taking her life…

“They took her away, which indicates two things,” Jiang Zhi’s eyes were fiery red as he kept his gaze fixed on the surveillance screen, “She’s still alive, and she’s still useful.”

Hearing this, Xue Baoyi breathed a slight sigh of relief, “If that’s the case, then they’ll definitely contact you again.” At least, they won’t be taking her life for now.

Outside the security room, footsteps hurried.

It was Ah Wan returning.

Jiang Zhi asked him, “Did you catch up?”

Ah Wan shook his head, his face covered in sweat, “Boss, it was premeditated; the escape route was all arranged in advance.”

Indeed, it had been premeditated, or else they wouldn’t have transferred her so smoothly.