From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 272: Nan Qiao Takes Action, One Against Two

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Nan Qiao Takes Action, One Against Two

Nan Qiao first did her makeup and changed her clothes before entering the place where Da Huzi was detained.

As Nan Qiao walked in, Hou Ze hurried to her side and whispered, "Da Huzi is inside, no matter what we ask, he refuses to speak."

Nan Qiao’s lips curved up slightly as she walked in holding a box.

Hou Ze followed behind Nan Qiao, and his expression instantly revealed a look of confidence upon seeing her actions.

Next, it was time to see how many rounds Da Huzi could last.

After Nan Qiao disguised herself and entered, Da Huzi failed to recognize that Nan Qiao was the woman from the underground gambling den.

"Who are you guys really? We have no grievances; why are you capturing me? Want money, right? How much do you want?"

Da Huzi was tied to a chair, unable to move.

Around him, two henchmen attentively watched every move he made.

Nan Qiao sat down, her eyes and brows exuding a chilling aura, and opened the box in her hands.

Nan Qiao stepped closer to Da Huzi, bringing the contents of the box up to his face so he could see clearly.

Da Huzi, seeing a black little bug lying inside the box, jumped in fright, "What are you trying to do?"

Nan Qiao: "I don’t want to do anything, my little bug just wants to greet you, take a little tour around your body to get familiar with the layout."

Da Huzi: "!!"

That’s freaking terrifying!

Da Huzi was massively horrified, his eyes filled with panic, "What do you really want to do!"

Nan Qiao’s tone abruptly changed, sounding much like Death God, her words sharp as ice, "Do you want the bug inside your body, or you want to tell the truth?"

Da Huzi gritted his back teeth and said fiercely, "I know nothing!"

If that’s the case, then no need for pleasantries.

With a glance from Nan Qiao, Hou Ze’s right hand was stretched out, clutching Da Huzi’s jaw as Nan Qiao threw the bug in.

The little bug crawled quickly, not even needing to be swallowed.

Hou Ze released him with a smirk, "Da Huzi, as they say, refuse the toast only to drink a forfeit, let’s see if you can endure this! Hope you can hold on!"

Hou Ze stood aside, enjoying Da Huzi’s spectacle, confident in Nan Qiao’s actions.

Soon, the defiant Da Huzi began to scream loudly, his voice filled with agony.

"Help!"

The little bug was gnawing at his organs, and Da Huzi felt like he was about to meet the king of hell.

Damn it, this little bug’s lethality is enormous!

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I’ll say everything!"

In pain, Da Huzi hurriedly spoke out, and an amused Nan Qiao, sitting on her chair, asked, "Are you really going to speak the truth, or are you lying?"

"It’s true, all true! I wouldn’t dare lie!"

Seeing this, Nan Qiao gave another commanding look.

Hou Ze pinched his face as the bug crawled back out.

Nan Qiao demanded, "Who is your boss? If you lie, I’ll let the little bug go in again and bite. The body reacts differently to truth and lies. You know, the little bug sees very clearly."

Da Huzi, terrified of speaking false words, truthfully said, "I don’t even know what he looks like. He wears a mask all the time, and no one has ever seen his face. We all call him Mr. Ghost; he doesn’t come to the underground gambling den every day, just occasionally."

Mr. Ghost?

Nan Qiao had never heard of this person before.

"Is that really how it is? Seems like, I still need to let the little bug say hello to you."

Da Huzi screamed in fright, "I’m telling the truth, all truth! I really don’t know what he looks like!"

Nan Qiao frowned tightly; if that was the case, it really wasn’t easy to investigate.

Not knowing what he looks like or his name.

Nan Qiao glared fiercely at Da Huzi, who hurriedly bowed his head.

Nan Qiao scolded displeasingly, "Think again, think hard if you’ve seen what that person looks like! You’re so useless! Working for someone and not even knowing; you’re really stupid!"

The bearded man became angry; it was the first time a woman had reproached him like this, and he couldn’t hang on to his face.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and the bearded man said irritably, "I just do things for money, I’m not his assistant, how could I know what he looks like."

Despite his anger, he kept his tone indirect; the bearded man was afraid of swallowing the bug.

The sensation was incredibly sour and pleasurable; the bearded man couldn’t stand it.

Nan Qiao’s expression suddenly changed from anger to pleasure, "Assistant? He has an assistant? You must have seen what the assistant looks like."

The bearded man: " ..."

Did he just give himself away?

With a smile, the bearded man said, "I’ve seen him twice; I’m in charge of external affairs at the gambling den, not the internal stuff."

Nan Qiao pressed on, "Describe what he looks like—how tall, how stout—say it all."

Nan Qiao took out her phone, starting to draw on it.

The bearded man relied on his memory to describe the man’s features, and soon, a face appeared on Nan Qiao’s phone. She turned it around for the bearded man to confirm.

"Is this him?"

The bearded man was amazed, "Is this done by a painter? It looks so alike!"

From the bearded man’s expression, Nan Qiao knew she had drawn the right man.

Nan Qiao took a screenshot of the portrait and sent it to Hou Ze’s phone, asking him to investigate further.

Nan Qiao continued, "Besides this, what else do you know? Speak up."

The bearded man struggled to speak, "I don’t know much ..."

Pulling out the little bug in her palm, Nan Qiao saw the bearded man cry out in fear, and he confessed some more details.

Seeing the bearded man couldn’t offer more, Nan Qiao knew he was drained dry.

Nan Qiao stood up, leaving the rest for Hou Ze to handle.

As Nan Qiao stepped outside, she encountered Li Yehan.

Li Yehan leaned against the car, and even without seeing his face clearly, one could tell this man was handsome.

Nan Qiao: "!!"

"Why are you here?" Nan Qiao asked in surprise.

Li Yehan walked towards Nan Qiao, his eyes and brows softening, adding a gentleness to his demeanor.

"I was also looking for Da Huzi, but your people got to him first and took him away."

Nan Qiao smiled coyly, hooking her arm around Li Yehan’s, "Can’t help it, who made me so smart."

Li Yehan smiled indulgently, "My Qiaoqiao is indeed smart, extremely smart."

The two walked out, and Nan Qiao patted the motorcycle she modified herself, "Shall I take you?"

Li Yehan pulled a helmet from the car, "Sure."

Nan Qiao was somewhat surprised; she thought Li Yehan might refuse.

Once on the bike, Nan Qiao finally understood what Li Yehan meant.

His hands unapologetically wrapped around Nan Qiao’s slim waist, pressed against her back, embracing her from behind.

Nan Qiao: " ..."

"Li Yehan, where are your hands wandering, this is a bike, not a bed."

Li Yehan’s eyes shimmered with a triumphant smile.

"Qiaoqiao, if I don’t hold you, what if I fall off? If I get hurt, you’ll definitely be worried, right?"

Nan Qiao: " ..."

Li Yehan continued, "Qiaoqiao, you ride so fast, I fear I might fall off; I’m getting a bit carsick."

Nan Qiao: ? ? ?

Can a domineering boss even say something like that?