Power and wealth bring fragrance

Having seen Liu Xiangrong off, Wei Yuan had no more worries and prepared to return the way he came.

The so-called "original route" means returning the way you came down.

Wei Yuan certainly didn't have the strength to jump to the nineteenth floor, so he used the old method: gathering his martial energy in his palms, his two hands became like two powerful suction cups, firmly sticking to the glass curtain wall, allowing Wei Yuan to climb back to the nineteenth floor like ivy.

Jumping out of the window, Wei Yuan clapped his hands and returned to his cell.

Seeing Zhao Xuan and Ruan Yi and Ruan Er still lying on the ground like corpses, Wei Yuan curled his lips, ignored them completely, and went straight back to his private room to sleep soundly.

If they don't sleep now, they won't be able to sleep once Zhao Xuan and the others are discovered.

Wei Yuan slept soundly, but some people couldn't fall asleep.

Tax Commission, Monitoring Room.

The screens hanging on the wall are filled with surveillance footage divided into small grids; this is the surveillance of key locations throughout the tax committee.

Four civilian investigators sat in chairs, straining to watch the footage on the monitor.

A well-dressed young man, who looked to be in his early thirties, stood with his arms crossed behind the four investigators, his eyes fixed on the only black area on the surveillance screen.

That pitch-black area consisted of about twelve small squares, and at that moment it was completely dark with no images displayed.

Needless to say, that was the area where the solitary confinement cells were located.

The young man raised his hand to look at his Longines eight-hand moon phase watch, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Zhao Xuan has been inside with his men for almost half an hour, why haven't they come out yet?

As agreed beforehand, Zhao Xuan would stay inside for a maximum of half an hour before coming out.

Even if there are any unexpected events that require an extension, they will call or send a message to let me know.

But Zhao Xuan has been inside for half an hour now, and there has been no movement at all, which makes the gloom in the young man's heart grow even thicker.

The monitoring system can be shut down for half an hour, and maintenance can be used as an excuse.

However, if it takes any longer, that would be unacceptable.

This is no ordinary place; it's the Tax Investigation Committee, a place rife with confidential information concerning massive sums of money, hence the need for such tight surveillance.

Even if they are backed by Vice Chairman Zhao Gang, who now wields considerable power in the tax investigation committee, prolonged surveillance will still bring them trouble.

The young man waited patiently for a while longer, watching the time tick by, and another ten minutes passed, but Zhao Xuan still did not make a move.

The young man couldn't sit still any longer. He took out his phone and dialed Zhao Xuan's number, his eyes still glued to the monitor screen.

However, no one answered the phone.

The young man's face first showed confusion, then, as if he had thought of something, it instantly turned extremely pale and ugly.

problem occurs!

Otherwise, no matter how absurd Zhao Xuan's actions were, he would definitely answer his call!

The young man disregarded everything else and decisively gave the order.

"Turn on the surveillance cameras in the detention cells!"

An investigator obeyed orders and turned on the surveillance cameras in the detention area.

However, that area remained completely dark and unaffected.

"What's going on? I've already opened it."

The investigator was somewhat puzzled. He glanced at the computer screen and confirmed that he had already turned it on.

However, the young man's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, then casually pulled out the pistol tucked into his waistband and gave the order with an extremely grim expression.

"That's because the camera was smashed."

"You guys stay here and don't move. Keep a close eye on the other surveillance cameras. If you see anything unusual, alert me immediately."

After giving the order, the young man picked up his gun and left the monitoring room, calling for security guards on his walkie-talkie as he went.

"A squad of security guards, come with me to the detention cell on the nineteenth floor."

"Fully armed, ready for battle at any time!"

The young man had astonishingly high authority. At his command, eight strong security personnel immediately rushed out of the security room. After meeting at the entrance of the monitoring room, the group took the elevator directly to the nineteenth floor.

Security for the Tax Investigation Committee is not handled by the parliamentary security department, but by elite security personnel hired by the Tax Investigation Committee itself at its own expense.

All the personnel have military or police experience, and some are even special forces soldiers; they are all elite troops.

When the elevator reached the nineteenth floor, without the young man giving any instructions, the eight of them automatically surrounded him, forming a tactical attack formation and moving forward.

No matter which direction an enemy appears from, they will never escape the surveillance of the eight elite security guards.

The young man, his face dark and carrying a gun, walked through the empty gate and into the detention cell, surrounded by eight security guards.

The first thing he saw was the pile of fragments and debris, which made his heart sink.

Just as he expected, all the surveillance cameras were smashed.

The unusual quiet in the detention area made him even more uneasy. He didn't have time to check the other cells and rushed straight to cell number 8 where Liu Xiangrong was!

As soon as he peeked out, he saw Zhao Xuan, Ruan Yi, and Ruan Er lying unconscious on the ground, sprawled out on their backs.

The room's true owner, Liu Xiangrong, vanished without a trace!

The young man's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in an instant, and he involuntarily trembled, his hair almost standing on end in fright!

He didn't even bother to check on Zhao Xuan, Ruan Yi, and Ruan Er. Instead, he quickly scanned every corner of the private room, but still couldn't find Liu Xiangrong!

When he still couldn't find Liu Xiangrong, the young man's heart began to pound violently, and the intense panic even made him breathless.

The young man forcefully loosened his tie and shirt buttons, but still couldn't relieve the heat radiating from his body. He gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Go find it for me!"

"No matter what, you must find Liu Xiangrong for me!"

The eight security guards silently dispersed and methodically went to other private rooms to search for Liu Xiangrong's whereabouts.

The young man bent down and forcefully dragged Zhao Xuan, who was bleeding from his head and unconscious with his eyes closed, over.

Without the slightest hesitation, the young man raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xuan hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

After the first slap, the young man was still not satisfied and slapped Zhao Xuan seven or eight more times before he could finally let out a little breath.

After being slapped repeatedly, Zhao Xuan was jolted awake by the intense pain, which jolted him out of his unconscious state. He barely managed to open his swollen eyes.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

"Which bastard hit me...?"

The young man didn't bother arguing with him, grabbed him by the collar, and growled fiercely in a low voice.

"Zhao Xuan, tell me, where is Liu Xiangrong?"

Where is she?

"Where is it?!"