Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 245 Explosion

After seeing Shen Qianhe off, Xie Jincheng returned the same way.

The old man is old and can't stand the hard work, so he wants to transfer him to a safe place before the action team arrives.

Walking to the bedroom door, Xie Jincheng raised his hand and was about to push the door open when he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

He glanced sideways and saw the butler walking hurriedly from the aisle at the side, with a somewhat unnatural nervousness on his face.

"Master, the old man just took some medicine and has fallen asleep. If you don't have anything urgent, please come back later."

The butler stood outside the door with his head bowed, speaking in a respectful tone, but Xie Jincheng keenly noticed a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

Xie Jincheng frowned slightly, his eyes swept across the housekeeper's face like a knife, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He asked in a deep voice: "Master, you haven't had lunch yet, right? Why did you take the medicine first?"

"Ah... this..."

Upon hearing this, the butler's face turned pale instantly, his eyes flickered, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to open his mouth.

Seeing this, Xie Jincheng's heart was alarmed. Without waiting for the butler to answer, he immediately reached out to push the door.

The door didn't budge—it was locked from the inside!

Xie Jincheng's heart sank suddenly, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

He slammed the door hard and said in a cold voice: "Old man! Old man! Are you in there?"

There was dead silence inside the door, no response.

Xie Jincheng turned around abruptly, his eyes piercing the housekeeper like ice blades, "What on earth happened?"

The butler was frightened by his eyes and trembled all over. His legs became weak and he could hardly stand.

He spoke tremblingly, his voice filled with tears: "Master...Master, it was Young Master Tianyi who forced me to do this! If I didn't agree to him, he would attack my little granddaughter! I...I really have no choice..."

After learning the reason, Xie Jincheng had no time to investigate and interrupted coldly: "Bring me the spare key!"

It's important to save people.

The housekeeper hurriedly took out a bunch of keys from his waist, but his fingers were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the keychain.

He inserted the key into the lock with a trembling voice and continued stutteringly, "Master, after you left just now, your husband... Wei Yan went in."

The door lock clicked and the key turned, but the door didn't budge.

The butler pushed hard several times, but the door remained closed.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his voice was so nervous that it was almost inaudible: "Master, the door is locked from the inside and can't be opened from the outside!"

Xie Jincheng's face suddenly darkened, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out a black pistol from his waist.

"Stay away."

The butler opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Xie Jincheng's chilling eyes, he suddenly became silent.

He staggered back a few steps, and almost stumbled to hide in a corner two or three meters away, with his back pressed against the cold wall, not daring to breathe.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

Xie Jincheng fired several shots at the door lock without hesitation. The gunshots echoed in the empty corridor, making people's eardrums hurt.

The door handle was deformed by the bullet and metal fragments flew everywhere, but the door remained motionless.

Xie Jincheng's breathing became slightly rapid, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing slightly.

He stared at the door. At this moment, the butler spoke tremblingly: "Master, this door is made of the super alloy that Madam used back then. Unless you blow up the wall, you can't open the door."

As soon as the words fell, they both smelled a pungent smell of smoke.

The smoke was coming from the gap under the door.

There's a fire inside!

Xie Jincheng stared at the gray-black smoke pouring out from the crack in the door, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

At this moment, the housekeeper, who had been hiding behind and trembling with fear, suddenly walked quickly behind Xie Jincheng, took out a thin needle from his pocket, and was about to stab it into Xie Jincheng's neck.

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind me.

Xie Jincheng's muscle memory, tempered by years of life and death, was ahead of his consciousness, and he dodged sideways the moment the needle was about to pierce the back of his neck.

The housekeeper's cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot, and he rushed forward again with the syringe in his hand like a dry branch, but was hit on the side of the neck by Xie Jincheng's backhand, and fell to the ground like a puppet with broken strings.

Xie Jincheng loosened his tie, prepared to go downstairs, and climbed up to the old man’s bedroom on the second floor from the pipe connection on the first floor.

After taking two steps, he heard a creaking sound.

The door of the old man's room opened!

Thick smoke rolled out like a demon’s breath.

"You...you vicious woman!"

Suddenly, Xie Jincheng heard the old man's voice coming from deep in the smoke.

Without a second thought, he took off his suit jacket and rushed into the thick smoke.

The thick smoke irritated his eyes and made him unable to breathe.

The Persian carpet in the reception area curled and deformed under the licking of the flames, and the crisp sound of rosewood cracking came from the direction of the study.

Xie Jincheng's eyes swept across the empty display cabinet. Even the safe was wide open and empty inside.

His temple was throbbing, but he didn't bother to think about it and turned and rushed to the rest area.

The moment the silk quilt was lifted, a pungent smell of gunpowder hit me in the face.

Xie Jincheng's hand froze in mid-air. It turned out that the person under the quilt was not the old man, but a pillow and a cardboard box wrapped with wires.

The old man's voice came from the mobile phone on the pillow.

The phone screen glowed, indicating that a call was in progress.

Xie Jincheng's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, his shirt stuck to his skin, and the chill crept up his spine.

He turned around and was about to rush out, but he heard a woman's laughter coming from the other end of the phone: "Hahahaha, Xie Jincheng, you didn't expect it, did you? There will also be a day when I will play with you!"

Wei Yan's voice was hoarse and crazy, as if it came from the depths of hell, "It's a pity that Shen Qianhe, that bitch, got away, but it doesn't matter..."

She paused, and suddenly raised her voice, "It's a happy thing to let the old man see him and that woman's only son set off on their journey with his own eyes!"

"Jincheng, run, run!"

Mr. Xie's voice suddenly broke in, with heart-wrenching despair.

"Run! There's a bomb in my bedroom! They're going to kill you!"

Xie Jincheng's pupils suddenly contracted and his eyes fell on the simple display screen on the cardboard box.

The bright red numbers are jumping.

29, 28, 27...

His mind went blank for a moment, and then he turned and rushed to the door, only to find that the door, which had been open, had been locked at some point.

"Hold!"

He cursed, veins bulged on his forehead, and he slammed his fist on the door.

The "tick-tick" sound of the countdown was like a death warrant, and he rushed to the windowsill without hesitation.

The moment he jumped down, a deafening explosion was heard behind him.

The gust of wind knocked him to the ground. Amid the ringing in his ears, he felt warm liquid flowing down his forehead.

My consciousness was a little blurry and everything in my sight was spinning.

A familiar man's teasing chuckle came from my ear.

"Uncle, you are really lucky."

Xie Jincheng forced himself to open his eyes, and in his blurry vision, a pair of slightly blackened flip-flops stopped in front of him.

"you..."

Xie Jincheng spoke with difficulty, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Shh-"

The man squatted down and touched his wound with his cold fingers. "You think your plan is foolproof, right? Unfortunately, the game has just begun, my dear uncle."