Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 135 Is racing fun?

After a night of racing, Shen Tianyou, who had just come down from Yutai Mountain, was unaware that danger was approaching.

Zhao Xinran, who was wearing heavy makeup, was sitting in the passenger seat of his Lamborghini Black Warrior. Just as they arrived at the fork in the suburban highway and were about to get on, they were sandwiched from all sides by several Land Rover Range Rovers and were forced to stop on the side of the road.

Shen Tianyou got out of the car angrily. Before he could utter a curse, a burly man who got out of one of the cars grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him into the car.

Zhao Xinran was shocked and screamed as she took out her cell phone to call 110. At this moment, the well-mannered man wearing glasses standing by the car window smiled and said to her:

"Ms. Zhao, don't be nervous. Master Shen wants to go back and talk to Mr. Xie about something. Mr. Xie is in the car behind us. If it's convenient for you, please come with me."

Zhao Xinran recognized the man in front of her. He was Xie Jincheng's special assistant, Zhou Li.

"Assistant Zhou, do you know why Uncle Xie Qi was looking for Tianyou so early in the morning?"

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and smiled sincerely: "I don't know about this. I'd like to trouble Miss Zhao to move. Mr. Xie is in a bad mood today. If I wait too long, will he be angry?"

Zhao Xinran opened the car door and got out with a nervous mood.

Sure enough, behind the Land Rover, there was a black Maybach parked.

Zhou Li gently opened the back door, turned slightly, and stretched out his hand to signal Zhao Xinran.

Zhao Xinran bent down carefully and got into the car, sitting in the seat opposite Xie Jincheng.

The ceiling light in the car emitted a dim light, which softly sprinkled on Xie Jincheng, adding a hazy touch to his tough features.

He just sat there quietly, without any movement or words, but his noble and cold aura made people feel a strong sense of oppression.

Zhao Xinran was usually arrogant and domineering, but at this moment in this narrow space, he felt an unprecedented sense of restraint.

She sat down carefully, trying to look respectful and proper.

The car door was gently closed from the outside, making a slight sound.

She cleared her throat and called out respectfully, "Seventh Uncle."

Xie Jincheng crossed his long legs with a tablet on his knees.

When Zhao Xinran came in, he paused, slowly raised his head, and placed the tablet on the small table beside him.

"Ah."

He responded softly, his voice was low and cold, like a cold breeze in winter, making people shudder.

Feeling Xie Jincheng's gaze on her, Zhao Xinran's heart tightened.

She tried to stay calm and put her best foot forward in front of this imposing man.

However, Xie Jincheng's aura was so strong that she felt a little uneasy.

The man said "hmm" and said nothing more.

Zhao Xinran felt a little embarrassed, but she had to bite the bullet and take the initiative to find a topic to try to break the suffocating silence.

She sat upright, her hands clasped between her knees, her voice trembling slightly:

"Well, I wonder what Uncle Qi wants to talk to me and Tianyou about so early in the morning..."

Xie Jincheng did not answer immediately. His inky eyes fell quietly on Zhao Xinran's face. There seemed to be an unfathomable lake hidden deep in his eyes, and there was no sign of emotion at all.

The feeling of being scrutinized made Zhao Xinran feel a little uncomfortable. She drooped her eyelashes and tried her best to avoid looking him in the eye.

"Is racing fun? Zhao Xinran."

Zhao Xinran's heart tightened, she knew that this matter could not be hidden from Xie Jincheng.

She raised her head carefully, met his gaze, and said with a hint of pleading in her tone:

"Uncle Qi, please don't tell my grandfather about this."

Zhao Xinran finished speaking, but there was no response for a long time. His heart began to beat fast. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly heard Xie Jincheng ask again:

"I heard that you took drugs?"

Zhao Xinran was so frightened by this question that her face turned pale. She stammered and said, "No...no!"

"No?"

Xie Jincheng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her for a while with his misty eyes, and then said, "Think it over, then answer."

Zhao Xinran's body tensed up instantly. She felt that Xie Jincheng's gaze was like two sharp knives, piercing her heart.

She knew that if she lied at this time, the consequences might be even more serious.

Silence spread in the car, as if even the air had frozen.

Zhao Xinran's heart was beating as fast as a drum. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, not knowing how to start the conversation.

Finally, Xie Jincheng took the lead in breaking this suffocating atmosphere.

His voice was low and calm, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty: "It's up to you whether you confess here or go before Commander Zhao."

"I..."

Zhao Xinran's heart tightened.

She knew that Xie Jincheng was giving her a chance.

But she really didn't know how to confess such a shameful thing to an outsider.

Seeing that she said "I" and then stopped talking, Xie Jincheng didn't say much. Instead, he took out his cell phone and called Commander Zhao in front of Zhao Xinran.

Zhao Xinran was startled and quickly grabbed Xie Jincheng's arm, "Seventh Uncle, I'm telling you, please don't tell my grandfather!"

The call has been connected.

Commander Zhao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jincheng, why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

Xie Jincheng looked at Zhao Xinran's panicked and helpless eyes and smiled.

He did not directly answer Commander Zhao's question, but said slowly: "I heard that you like to drink tea. I just got a batch of Golden Pumpkin Tribute Tea. If you like it, I will ask someone to bring it to you."

The old man on the other end of the phone laughed twice when he heard this. "You are either a traitor or a thief if you are being so attentive to me. Tell me, what do you want from me? Is it about your mine in Southeast Asia?"

Xie Jincheng raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Zhao Xinran opposite him, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

However, the hidden meaning in that smile made Zhao Xinran shudder.

Her body trembled, and she could almost feel the chill running through her bones.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her body shaking with nervousness. If the space in the car wasn't too cramped, she would have knelt down to Xie Jincheng on the spot.

"I have already found a solution to the mine problem, so you don't need to help me. But there is one other thing that I really need your help with."

Commander Zhao didn't seem surprised. He laughed and said, "I knew you had no good intentions when you came to me. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Xie Jincheng smiled faintly: "I may have to go to Southeast Asia in a while, and I will inevitably have to deal with the local military. I heard that you have some friendship with the generals of Myanmar, so I would like to ask you to help connect and build a bridge."

Commander Zhao on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, as if thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

After a while, he said, "Okay, but don't cause me any trouble."

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