Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

Li Beijue had already begun counting.

Gu Qiao’an panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down, “Young Master Li, you’re trying to scare me as if I’m a naive fool.”

“2.” He said another number, his face expressionless, and his thin lips releasing it.

Gu Qiao’an furrowed his brows, unsure.

His rationality told him that as long as Li Beijue wasn’t insane, he wouldn’t do such a thing. Yet, his instincts reminded him that Li Beijue, the man who was willing to fly a helicopter to kill his way onto his company’s premises for that illegitimate daughter, was already displaying a form of madness; it would be best not to gamble!

As he remained silent, a “3” fell into the air.

The grip on his collar suddenly loosened. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had resisted speaking,

suddenly, a fist, swift and powerful, hit his face.

“Ah.” He staggered, knocked to the ground.

Before he could recover, black-clothed bodyguards picked him up, and once again, like a dried-up fish, he was pressed onto the office desk.

Li Beijue turned and walked towards him, his whole body radiating a deadly aura, “You should be glad you still know her whereabouts. Otherwise, just now would have been a punch, and I’d have pulled a gun and blown your head off!”

Gu Qiao’an looked at his expression, too terrified to utter a word.

At this time, he panicked as he realized someone had grabbed his hand and pressed it onto the desk.

“What do you think you’re doing? What do you want to do?”

As soon as his words fell, a small knife dropped onto the desk with a chilling shine.

A sharp pain shot through his little finger, and Gu Qiao’an let out a hoarse cry, “Ah—”

Li Beijue, wearing an expressionless face, watched him as his cheeks twitched in pain, looking as if he had emerged from hell itself, extremely beautiful yet exceedingly cruel.

“I’ll ask you one more time, where is she?”

Gu Qiao’an’s face turned pale, the pain in his left hand’s little finger was unbearable, yet he couldn’t move an inch, firmly pressed against the office desk.

He was, after all, a big player in Rainy City, with connections in both the lawful and the underworld. Now that someone had chopped off a part of his finger, it only ignited the rebellion in his bones. He lifted his sweaty face, his eyes red and fierce, and hoarsely said, “Young Master Li, if you’re capable, find her yourself, because I will definitely not tell you.”

Damn it!

Chi Enen was indeed in his hands!

Li Beijue grabbed Gu’s collar, nearly choking him to death in his extreme rage. Suppressing the urge to kill this bastard, he threw Gu Qiao’an back to the bodyguards.

Clenching his fist, he arrogantly spoke with thin lips, “You won’t talk, huh?”

“Bring up the video for him!”

“What video?” Gu Qiao’an wasn’t afraid of his wrath, but what he really feared was his calm.

Calm meant that the opponent still had a larger trump card in hand.

Sure enough, a black-clothed bodyguard brought an iPad to within half a meter of him, connecting to a video. Before he saw anyone in the video, he already heard the voice of Gu Bei from the other side, “What are you doing? Why are you grabbing me? Let me go…”

Quickly, the video focused on the speaker’s face. Who could it be if not his son, Gu Bei?

Gu Bei also saw him in the video and exclaimed in shock, “Dad?”

Then, he saw the bloodstains and Gu Qiao’an’s pale face, struggling in agitation, “Dad, what happened to you? Who are these people? Are you okay?”

Just as he finished speaking, a pitch-black gun was placed against his temple. Gu Bei caught a glimpse of the gun pressing against his temple, his face turned ghostly pale, and his lips trembled. His eyes flustered to extremes, he looked at the screen as if it were his last straw, and shouted at Gu Qiao’an, “Dad…”