Ying Shao is a Girl

The sky was dark, thick clouds hung low, and it was very depressing.

It was already evening.

Ling Yiche left Shunhua Villa and went straight to an Internet cafe in the Imperial Capital.

Snap, snap, snap.

Ling Yiche typed on the keyboard extremely quickly, and his well-jointed fingers drew graceful arcs on the keyboard.

He hid himself in darkness.

A string of codes appeared on the computer screen, which was dizzying.

A glimmer of light flashed in Ling Yiche's eyes, and his eyes locked on one of the IPs.

The sound of typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped.

He stared closely at the ordinary IP address, with a violent storm hidden in his dark eyes.

That’s it!

Where Zhang Hong is currently hiding!

very good! He hasn't left the imperial capital yet!

Ling Yiche immediately left the Internet cafe and stopped a taxi on the street.

"Master, go to Tongyuan Community, No. 438 Lanhuan Road."

Ling Yiche's expression at this time was not as docile as usual, but rather indifferent.

"okay."

Lanhuan Road is not a prosperous area in the imperial capital where land is at a premium, but it is much better than their original living environment.

After Zhang Hong took the money, he couldn't help but squander it.

Zhang Hong sold Ling Yiche to Wonderland for one million.

Since Ying Junchu held the family's black card, Fairyland Wonderland was also very willing to sell the Ying family's face, so it transferred Ling Yiche to Ying Junchu at the original price.

For ordinary people, the price will definitely increase several times or even ten times.

Ling Yiche stood at the door of Tongyuan Community. The night wind lifted the corners of his clothes. His eyes were covered by his broken hair, and the emotions in his eyes could not be seen clearly. His back was very decisive.

No. 2, Unit 4, Building 7.

Zhang Hong’s precise residential address.

The strong smell of alcohol permeated the entire corridor.

Ling Yiche frowned, Zhang Hong must have gone out again and got drunk before coming back.

The door was ajar, and the room was dark.

A dark light flashed in Ling Yiche's eyes, and he ducked into the room and locked the door behind him.

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Snap.

The lights were turned on, and the room was instantly bright, like daylight.

Zhang Hong was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he felt cold and trembled, and he opened his eyes instantly.

Ling Yiche poured a bucket of cold water on him, and he was trembling all over.

The dazzling light made him very uncomfortable.

He wanted to cover the light with his hands, but he couldn't move.

Ling Yiche tied up Zhang Hong and threw him on the cold floor.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Zhang Hong couldn't help but curse.

"Ling Yiche, what the hell are you doing! Let me go!"

"You bastard! Are you being ridiculed? Let me go!"

The young man ignored Zhang Hong's dirty words and rummaged for something in the room.

The surroundings were messy, with clothes, wine bottles, and daily necessities mixed in a pile, and a strange smell filled the air.

Zhang Hong was still scolding Ling Yiche. He probably hadn't sobered up yet and didn't know his current situation.

Ling Yiche held the handle of the knife and placed the folding knife on Zhang Hong's neck.

There was a chill on his neck, and Zhang Hong's cursing stopped abruptly.

Then he got angry again and shouted: "Bastard! Kill me if you can!"

"I don't believe what you are capable of! You are as useless as your retarded mother! You are not even worthy of carrying my shoes!"

He didn't believe that this bastard could really do it! If something happens to Ling Yiche himself, who will take care of his mentally retarded mother?

Zhang Hong didn't know how much he drank, but he was still frantically testing on the verge of death.

There was no trace of anger in the young man, his blue eyes were bottomless at the moment, and his expression was so calm that there was no wave.

Ling Yiche exerted a little force, and the sharp edge of the knife pierced the flesh and blood. The blood flowed along the edge of the knife to his hand, and then dripped to the floor, blooming blood flowers one after another.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, intertwined with the original strong smell of alcohol, adding a bit of terror.

The stinging pain in his neck and the smell of blood in the air quickly stimulated Zhang Hong's cerebral cortex, which had been numbed by excessive drinking.

This bastard actually dared to attack him!

Ling Yiche's expression was very bloodthirsty at this time, as if he was determined to let Zhang Hong die here.

Zhang Hong's pupils shrank, and a cold fear spread from his eyes to his whole body.