Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Tsk, Men in Love

The sun was shining brightly, casting dappled shadows in the forest, as a car drove through, stirring the treetops like a gust of wind.

The mottled shadows on the ground shook.

Song Yi sat in the car, watching the scenery outside swiftly pass by.

Until the sunlight disappeared, and the car seemed to enter a small warehouse.

Wen Mu was taken away as well, but not in the same car as her.

"Get out." The man pressed on Song Yi, giving her an ungentle shove.

Song Yi stumbled as she got off the car, almost falling.

Once off the car, she started to scrutinize the place, which was almost pitch black, with only a faint light.

This seemed to be an abandoned factory.

A factory, an abandoned factory in Ning City, large and remote.

Could it be... the abandoned chemical plant from before?

"Hurry up!"

Song Yi’s hands were bound behind her with rope, the man shoved her shoulder again.

Song Yi frowned, instantly turning her gaze on the man.

Her eyes calm, yet sharp and piercing, causing the man who pushed her to freeze momentarily.

Somewhat intimidated by the gaze.

"Hurry up!" the man barked aggressively, preparing to shove Song Yi again.

In Song Yi’s memory, she had never been treated like this.

Just as he raised his hand, Song Yi kicked his knee.

"Ouch," Song Yi looked down at him, her gaze icy cold, but with a soft and gentle smile on her face, her tone surprised: "How could you be so careless and fall down, are you alright?"

"You..." The man pointed at Song Yi, attempting to retort.

"What about me?" Song Yi seized the chance to speak first, blinking innocently and looking at him with fear: "You better not accuse me of harming you."

"Tied up like this, and you’re so skilled, surely not right?"

Song Yi’s words stifled anything the man wanted to say; if he insisted it was Song Yi’s doing, it would prove she bested him.

Even tied up, Song Yi still managed to manipulate him.

"Ha..." The man finally let out a cold laugh, climbing to his feet.

His knee throbbed with pain.

Song Yi’s strength wasn’t great, but she kicked him right at a pressure point, not needing much force at all.

...

All the way into a dark room, Song Yi’s feet were also bound.

The room smelled of damp mold, she stayed there for about half an hour.

"Creak—" the door was pushed open.

Two uniformed men walked in.

Song Yi squinted, was this... a repeat of her childhood?

Just as she thought this, the two men started cursing and taking off their clothes.

"They say we don’t resemble Tang Si."

"What’s the use of wearing this?"

"Why be mad, why bother resembling Tang Si? The appearance may be good, but other things aren’t necessarily so, huh."

What’s there to envy about someone who spends their life soaked in work?

The two chatted and suddenly looked at Song Yi: "Take her over to Miss Gu’s side, Miss Gu will be here soon."

...

The sky was dark with no light, nothing could be seen; there were no stars or moon.

A black Range Rover sped through, heading towards the city.

Finally, it steadily stopped at the entrance of an apartment.

Tang Si opened the car door, got out, and walked inside his house with a somber expression.

Once inside, he yanked his collar, removed his coat, and then the T-shirt underneath.

His shoulder showed dark red blood stains, some had dried, but the wound was still bleeding.

The man’s forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat from the pain, yet he emitted no sound.

He reached for his medical kit, tending to his wounds himself.

The action was extremely proficient.

Handling such wounds was now routine for Tang Si, as common as daily meals.

He didn’t go to the hospital, nor return to the criminal investigation unit, just treated himself.

After medicating, Tang Si slumped on the sofa, the heavy and intense sound of a man’s breathing filled the living room.

——"He’s from the Wen Family, that person was eventually taken away by the Wen Family."

——"Yes, the girl rescued was the Song Family’s daughter. I passed by and saw, then the young man was also rescued by the Wen Family."

These words floated through his mind.

He spent a day in Nanshan Village, the villagers told him this, perhaps this was who Song Yi was looking for.

And indeed, Wen Mu went missing once, returning covered in wounds; he heard it was to save someone.

Tang Si frowned, resting a hand against his face.

On his way back, he encountered professional killers—a regular occurrence, numerous people wanted his life.

Yet few knew his movements.

Previously dealing in intelligence, he excelled at concealing his tracks, but this time, his journey to a remote place was exposed.

This indicated the information was deliberately fed to him.

The wound was excruciating, with no relief, while his mind was further disturbed by this information.

He tried to steady his breathing, lifting his gaze, his calm dark eyes glanced at the phone beside him.

He checked the time, 9:31.

Song Yi probably hadn’t slept.

He reached for his phone, dialed, but no answer.

He called Li Wen, who said Song Yi hadn’t been to the office.

Tang Si frowned deeply, grabbed his coat and walked out, finding Song Yi’s car still parked outside, his note untouched, indicating Song Yi hadn’t returned after being taken.

He got out of the car, intending to check at her house when his phone rang.

"Captain Tang, should we really let Pan Juanfeng handle the T Organization’s leads? If we solve the case, it’s a major achievement, are you just passing it to him?"

Zhou Liang sounded somewhat upset.

Tang Si’s eyes darkened slightly, his voice hoarse: "Following higher orders, I’m resting during this period, don’t want to deal with these matters. If needed, I’ll help with the investigation."

Zhou Liang frowned: "But Captain Tang, how has your ambition suddenly disappeared?"

During those tough times, he either buried himself in work or books.

Now, he had other matters to attend to.

"When I can balance both, I choose your sister-in-law."

"Beep beep beep—" Zhou Liang heard this, and the call was abruptly cut off.

Tsk...

A man in love, huh.

...

Tang Si searched Song Yi’s house, checked all the places she might appear, found no trace of her.

Missing?

He returned to his car, settled in, took out his laptop, and began retrieving surveillance footage from nearby.

As he was about to trace her whereabouts—

"Knock knock knock—" the car window was tapped.