The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Uncle Kun is a veteran in the gang; he and his father's generation have been following the Zuo family.

He didn't say much on the phone, just told me to keep an eye on Ye Qinghan's neighborhood, and then transferred 100,000 yuan directly to his card.

One hundred thousand yuan was no small sum for the fat man who was planning to run away. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided to cancel his train ticket.

He deserves some credit for managing to kidnap Shen Qianqian. He had been staking out the rented room in the building opposite Ye Qinghan's residential area for so many days, figuring out Shen Qianqian's daily routine perfectly.

She usually comes back from school on Friday nights. Sometimes Lin Feng drives her home, and sometimes she takes a taxi by herself.

Today, she got out of the taxi alone, and Fatty sent Uncle Kun a message.

Then two masked men, in a secluded spot, covered her mouth from behind and dragged her into a white van without license plates.

As for Zhou Mei, Uncle Kun sent someone else to stake out and arrest her near the school. The two women were tied together, their mouths gagged with cloth strips, their eyes blindfolded, and their hands and feet tightly bound with cable ties.

After finishing the last bite of his instant noodles, the fat man threw the plastic fork back into the bowl, stood up, dusted off his pants, and looked at the two women tied to a concrete pillar across from him.

Shen Qianqian's hair was loose over her shoulders, her face was covered in tears, and her mouth was gagged with a strip of cloth, but you could still hear her sobbing intermittently.

He curled up on his side next to the concrete pillar.

Zhou Mei leaned against another pillar, her eyes were covered so her expression couldn't be seen, but you could tell she was trying hard to stay calm.

The fat man licked his lips and walked towards Shen Qianqian. He had only taken two steps when he heard footsteps behind him.

Uncle Kun came up the stairs with two of his men. He looked to be almost sixty, with most of his hair white and deep wrinkles on his face, but his back was very straight and his steps were steady.

He was wearing a faded gray Zhongshan suit and black cloth shoes. Two of his subordinates each carried a bulging travel bag.

Uncle Kun glanced at the fat man, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and simply said, "Put the things down."

The two henchmen placed the travel bag on the ground and unzipped it, revealing stacks of red banknotes inside.

Uncle Kun sat on a cement slab next to him, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his Zhongshan suit, took one out and put it in his mouth, then lit it with a lighter.

Smoke billowed from his nostrils, dispersing into a pale blue mist in the beam of the emergency lights.

"There's five million here. The three of you can split it up and go your separate ways. Lin Feng will be here soon. Once he arrives, what's between him and me is none of your business." After saying this, he stopped talking and just sat on the concrete slab, staring at the building's only entrance and exit.

The fat man swallowed hard as he looked at the two bags of money, then glanced at Uncle Kun's back, wanting to ask something, but ultimately didn't dare to speak.

He squatted down back in his original spot. His two henchmen leaned against the wall, lit cigarettes, glanced at each other, and neither of them spoke.

The entire second floor was so quiet that only Shen Qianqian's suppressed sobs and the howling of the wind blowing through the scaffolding outside could be heard.

Uncle Kun, with a cigarette between his fingers, stared intently at the entrance downstairs.

At his age, his wife divorced him long ago, and his only son died in a car accident when he was in junior high school. Having lived this long, there aren't many things left for him to hold onto.

He still remembered the kindness Zuo Ning's father had shown him back then. When Old Zuo entrusted him with managing that piece of land in the east of the city, he was just a bricklayer who had only been in the city for a few years since he came from the countryside.

Later, when Old Zuo was imprisoned, his son took over. Although he disapproved of Zuo Ning's way of doing things, he stayed because of his former boss.

Now, the Zuo family's decades-long foundation has been uprooted by a young man in his early twenties and a woman, and he can't swallow this insult.

He wanted Lin Feng to come in person and settle this score face to face. If Lin Feng dared to bring people, these two women would be buried with him.

The fat man and his two other subordinates exchanged glances, but neither of them spoke.

Uncle Kun sat on the cement slab with his back to them, his hunched back giving off a desolate feeling.

The fat man moved first.

He bent down, picked up a travel bag from the ground, and carried the heavy money bag a few steps toward the stairwell. He then stopped and looked back at Shen Qianqian and Zhou Mei, who were tied to the cement pillar.

The two women had strips of cloth stuffed in their mouths, and their bodies were trembling slightly with fear.

The fat man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just slung the travel bag over his shoulder, turned around, and strode down the stairs.

The other two people also picked up bags and followed behind him, their footsteps echoing a few times in the empty concrete frame before disappearing.

They all guessed what Uncle Kun was going to do.

This old man never intended to leave here alive from the beginning. He let them go first, divide the money, and run away because he didn't want to implicate the younger ones.

As for himself, he probably wanted to die together with Raymond Lam, or worse, he wanted Raymond Lam to live, but to live a life more painful than death.

The fat man glanced back at the dark, unfinished building from downstairs, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him. But he didn't stop. He opened the door of the white van, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

Lin Feng parked his car at the gate of the abandoned construction site, following the address given over the phone. The metal sign on the construction site fence was rusted beyond recognition, and the words "Lake View Mansion" were blurred by the rain.

It is said that this project was originally intended to be the most high-end lakeside residence in Hehai City. However, when the foundation was being excavated, an underground river was discovered underneath, which affected the surrounding ecological wetlands, and the project was halted by the environmental protection department.

After the developer absconded with the funds, the site became an unfinished building, with a few concrete frames standing alone on the overgrown open space, surrounded only by the croaking of frogs and the whistling of the wind blowing through the scaffolding.

Push open the slightly ajar iron gate and go inside.

My phone rang; it was that unfamiliar number again.

The voice on the other end of the phone was as hoarse as before: "The building right across the street, sixth floor. You only have five minutes. If you're late, I'll push them off."

Lin Feng hung up the phone, walked through the open space littered with rubble and abandoned building materials, and entered the building.

The stairs had no handrail, and rusty steel bars and broken formwork were scattered on the concrete steps. He climbed up step by step, his footsteps echoing in the empty building.

In the middle of each floor slab is a huge openwork atrium, running from the sixth floor all the way to the basement. It was originally designed as a central courtyard landscape, but now it is just a dark abyss.

When he reached the sixth floor, Lin Feng stopped.

Shen Qianqian and Zhou Mei were tied up with ropes, gagged with strips of cloth, and hung from scaffolding on the edge of the courtyard.

Two thick hemp ropes hung down from the steel beams on the ceiling, with their hands tied behind their backs at the ends, suspending them in mid-air on the edge of the sixth floor.

Shen Qianqian's hair was loose on her face, and the hem of her light blue knitted sweater was pulled out from the rope, revealing a small patch of fair skin on her waist.

Two buttons on Zhou Mei's shirt were torn off, and she had a strip of cloth in her mouth, so she couldn't make a sound, but you could see that she was trying her best to stay calm, although her eyes, which were covered, were wet.

They heard footsteps and began to twist their bodies frantically, making indistinct whimpering sounds from behind the strips of cloth.