After hanging up, Chu Junyu put his phone into his backpack. He looked up and flashed an elegant smile at Nangong Yichen, who was waiting beside him. "Done."
He picked up his backpack, stood up, and walked out of the classroom with Nangong Yichen, under the adoring and reluctant gazes of many girls.
"Wait for me at the school gate. I'll go tell Teacher Ming." Chu Junyu shoved his backpack into Nangong Yichen's arms and dashed off toward Teacher Ming's office.
Nangong Yichen raised an eyebrow, his face cold and aloof as he watched the small figure dart away.
Carrying the backpack, he had just reached the school gate when Chu Junyu's small form came sprinting over. The two elegant figures walked toward the black sedan parked at the school entrance.
The car door opened, and the driver inside greeted them respectfully, "Young Master, Little Master."
Chu Junyu hummed in acknowledgment, while Nangong Yichen maintained his cool, handsome expression. They got into the car, the engine started, and with a whoosh, they left the school.
...
In the basement of a building in the southern district of T City, it was as eerie and damp as a hell. The dim lighting made anyone who entered feel a sense of dread.
A young man was tied to a grayish pillar. He was tall, with a bare upper body that revealed sexy muscles, clearly someone who had trained. Bound tightly, he couldn't move at all. His deep, cold eyes stared at the two little kids standing in front of him.
Chu Junyu looked up, staring at the man. After about three minutes, he lowered his head, rubbed his neck, and complained to the man in tight black clothing behind him, "Next time you catch someone this tall, don't tie them up in midair. Cut off both legs and tie them lower. My neck is sore from looking up at him."
The man in the black leather outfit, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered his head and said, "I'll pay attention next time, Young Master!"
After a moment's thought, he looked at Chu Junyu and suggested, "Young Master, how about we cut off his legs now and tie him lower so you can see him more clearly?"
"No need. He's so ugly; seeing him clearly would make me sick."
Nangong Yichen turned his head and glanced at Chu Junyu indifferently. So much nonsense.
"One of Mo Ercong's men?" Chu Junyu stepped forward two paces and looked up at the man.
The man remained expressionless, his gaze icy, and he coldly swept a look at Chu Junyu without answering. Even tied up here in such a sorry state, he still exuded a murderous aura.
Chu Junyu curled his lips into a cold smile. "Don't think that just because you won't answer, I don't know anything. I wouldn't have brought you here if I wasn't sure."
The man remained unmoved.
"All your brothers outside have been killed by my men."
The man's eyes darkened slightly, and his gaze at Chu Junyu was like a wolf's, ready to devour him. Unfortunately, he would never have that chance in this life.
"Ah, my neck is really sore." Chu Junyu stepped back a few paces, grinning. "Looking from here feels much better."
"Young Master, would you like me to rub it for you?"
"No need." Chu Junyu shook his head and reached out his hand. "Give me the gun."
"Alright."
A small black pistol was placed in Chu Junyu's little palm. He toyed with the gun, its delicate and compact design pleasing him greatly.
"Little old man, come here." Chu Junyu waved at Nangong Yichen.
Nangong Yichen turned around, walked over, and stood beside him.
"Here you go." Chu Junyu smiled innocently.