Chapter 174

"Hello, who is it? I'm not the owner. " Little Yi takes Ji Qianchen's cell phone to answer Mubei's call.

Just Ji Qianchen never gave Mubei a note, so little Yi didn't know that the person on the other end of the phone was Mubei for whom she had designed clothes.

But Mubei can hear Xiaoyi's voice. After all, we have worked together for so long.

Mubei pinched his throat with his hand and deliberately changed the voice line: "who are you? I'm looking for Ji Qianchen. "

"I'm her colleague. Something happened to Qianchen. What can I do for her?" Little Yi is on his way to Ling's home.

Mubei hears Ji Qianchen's accident, frowns tightly, gets up from the chair and walks out with his mobile phone: "what's the matter?"

"Who are you?" Little Yi asked carefully, after all, if it is not an acquaintance, such a private matter can not be disclosed.

"I'm her brother. Say it. "

Mubei's impatient roar almost exposed his voice.

Little Yi frowned and felt the voice at the other end of the phone was familiar.

Does Ji Qianchen have a brother? Why didn't she mention it?

"If you are her brother, can you contact her husband Ling Xiaohan?"

“…… Yes. " Mubei hesitated for a few seconds and gave a positive answer.

"It is."

Little Yi told Mubei the story.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone hung up.

He braved the heavy rain, got on the car, while driving, at the same time to the Mu family stationed in China's bodyguard manager call.

"Uncle Lin, I want to use the power of the Mu family." Mubei is driving a sports car and running in the rain.

The roaring wheel seems to vent the panic in the heart.

The man called Uncle Lin hesitated for a moment: "third young master, if you have something, just give me an order."

"Help me find someone..."

It's been an hour since little Yi and Linda arrived at Ling's house.

Ling's side, get little Yi and Linda personally sent the bad news, but also panic.

The housekeeper hurriedly takes out his cell phone and gives Ling Xiaohan a call.

The phone is still off.

If it's a meeting, it's normal to turn off the phone.

What about rob? He won't shut down.

Another call to rob.

The same is the shutdown state, but the housekeeper is crazy. Maybe it's on the plane. No one can get in touch with it. What can I do.

As a matter of urgency, the housekeeper is the first to dispatch all the bodyguards of Ling's family to search for Ji Qianchen's whereabouts.

Always do something before the young master comes back. The housekeeper prays anxiously, hoping that his wife will be OK.

Ji Qianchen was taken away without struggle or resistance.

With a gun to the forehead, she can resist a hair.

In case the kidnapper gets annoyed, she will say goodbye to the world if she gets a blood hole in her head.

She was crammed into a black car.

The car drove for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a rich European castle in the suburb.

Ji Qianchen was pushed into the hall of the castle.

The interior decoration of the hall is magnificent and has the feeling of European royal style.

Ho!

There are so many people.

As soon as Ji Qianchen entered, he was frightened by a row of women standing in the center of the hall.

They are all the same age, height and body shape.

Ji Qianchen was pushed to the side of the group and stood next to them neatly.

It's like a beauty contest to stand together with different women in different clothes.

"Stand up for me. Whoever dares to run away will be shot dead." The man raised his gun and shook it in front of the girls.

The threatening momentum, the frightened women screamed, "ah..."

"It's not a whore nest here. Let's do it. Little sister."

"It's possible."

"They never let go of a gun. Who knows if it's a toy gun? I don't want to stand here waiting to die." A courageous woman looks at the man and puts up her gun. When she is standing at the stairway, she seems to meet someone. She catches the chance and runs out.

"Let's go. Let's go."

One person starts, everyone follows.

A swarm of women ran to the gate.

Who knows.

Two bodyguards came out of the gate. They swung their guns and gave two shots to the woman who led the uprising.

One shot, one leg, do what you say.

"Ah..." The woman who took the lead in the escape screamed and knelt down directly.

The women behind were shocked and squatted on the ground with their heads folded, never daring to move again.Ji Qianchen holds the skirt and stands still.

Her heart gave a violent tremor when she heard the gunshot.

The woman on the ground groaned in pain, her beautiful legs drooped on the ground, and warm scarlet blood gushed from the wound.

Dyed the entrance of the hall a bloody red, it looked extremely frightening.

For the first time, I saw such a bloody and terrible scene.

She was afraid, too.

The next person who is afraid of becoming this tragedy is himself.

At this time, the sound of tiny footsteps rattled, knocking on the hearts of all the people present.

Following the sound, Ji Qianchen raised his eyes and saw a woman.

A woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and leather pants.

Step on a pair of handsome leather boots, with a gun in hand, and walk down the revolving stairs.

Her facial features are particularly beautiful, like a delicate porcelain doll handicraft, with a special white skin, a tall nose, and a typical westerner.

She calmly went to the chair of the sofa area and took out a delicate handkerchief to wipe the gun in her hand.

A man came up to her and asked respectfully and carefully, "what about that woman, Miss Issa?"

"Drag it out, of course. Throw it."

A woman called Miss isa blurted out standard Chinese.

The eyes are cold and fierce, and the cold blood is merciless.

From a westerner's mouth can hear such authentic Chinese, greatly beyond Ji Qianchen's expectation.

"Yes, Miss Issa." The man turned and gestured with his hand to the bodyguard at the door.

The wailing woman at the door was dragged away. There was only a pool of blood in the living room. It was frightening.

"Miss Issa, these are all women in Yuncheng, in their twenties, whose name is Ji Qianchen. We've got them all for you. " The man nodded respectfully and went to the sofa to report to Isa.

Wipe the gun carefully.

The woman suddenly got up, swung her gun, and came straight to Ji Qianchen's direction.

There is not too much, there is no superfluous hint.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Ji Qianchen's forehead.

All come unprepared, scared Ji Qianchen swallowed swallowing saliva, on the forehead gushed fine dense sweat.

"You are Ji Qianchen, not so good." Issa put her gun to Ji Qianchen's forehead, her lips were slightly hooked, and she smiled.

It is enough for her to recognize herself at a glance among so many women called Ji Qianchen.

She knows her, and it's her goal.

Issa's height is about 1.75 meters, standing in front of the petite Ji Qianchen, like a hill, covering Ji Qianchen's sight.

The dim crystal chandelier emits dazzling warm light. Ji Qianchen squints his eyes and reaches out to hold the handle of the gun: "do we know this lady? It's not good to talk with a gun as soon as you come up. "