Chapter 1292

ble person, achieving fame at a young age. He was an idol for many piano scholars.Then a few people beside him spoke up:>>This doesn't seem to fit well.When Qin Zhi Lan left, several onlookers also fo...“No, Qi Guanjia used to contact them proactively. They only had Qi Guanjia’s phone number. I called them using their number, but it was always switched off.”

Xingxu paused, then continued, "I used their WeChat to send a message to Manager Qi, pretending that Miss Ou Yan had been caught. He didn't reply either."

"With you saying that, he should have guessed that Chef Li and his people are already in our hands and won't reply anymore."

"Huh" Xing Xu was a little surprised. "So, I'm exposed"

He intended to lure the snake out of its hole, but he didn't expect it to be discovered by Qi Butler so quickly...

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He thought he was doing a flawless job...

"Yes!"

After receiving his orders, Xing Xu immediately withdrew.

Ou Yan took a taxi to Wahe Town, and the driver kindly reminded her to be careful as it was a chaotic place and dangerous for a young woman to be alone there.

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This town looked dilapidated and run-down, with narrow and cluttered streets. There were a few pedestrians walking about, appearing impoverished and weathered. Several beggars were robbing people along the way. Unlike the pitiful beggar images of the past, they would directly grab things from the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, acting recklessly.

Ou Yan didn't want to startle the snake. She tried her best not to interfere with other people's business today.

After getting off the car, she put on a hooded sweatshirt and walked into a secluded alleyway following the signs.

Today she was wearing a casual outfit, sneakers on her feet, not even carrying a backpack or a baseball cap....

The alley was dark and dilapidated, its cobblestone streets covered in green moss. There were sounds of a drunk husband beating his wife, young men robbing an old man, and children being beaten...

As she passed each house, she could hear different sounds and see different sights.

Some elderly people are emaciated and close to death, holding a broken bowl, sitting at their doorstep begging...

There are also children who died from illness, wrapped in a blanket and placed at the door, with several family members gathered around crying...

At the end of the long, narrow alleyway, there were stone steps that stretched upwards. There were about twelve or thirteen steps leading up, then a left turn and another seven or eight steps, leading to another dark and gloomy alley.

This small town's alleys are intricate and winding, with a sense of history and age.

> Ouyan followed along, tracing the faded numbers on each cracked and weather-beaten doorplate.

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One young man whistled and asked, "Are you from China I'm also from China."

Ignoring him completely, she didn't even turn back. A few houses ahead lay the home of Cornelius, husband of the woman who ran the stall, but several young men seemed determined not to let her go.

Especially the one in front, a scruffy yellow-haired boy, he immediately blocked Ouyan's way and made a self-proclaimed suave move of putting his hand into his pocket, then raised his chin and asked, "What's your name"

Yu Yan forcibly suppressed the urge to beat him up. She said coldly, "I have no money, get out of my way."n the mask had encrypted his phone. After Ou Yan cracked it, he pretended to be him and sent a message to his subordinates: "Take a picture and send it over. That girl won't believe her friend is safe...