After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"Bet." Shang Ji suddenly raised his hand as he spoke, and Song Xier instinctively shrank back: "What are you going to do?"

Shang Ji didn't say anything, but raised his hand to tidy up the messy hair on her face.

His movements were gentle and casual.

Song Xier remained inexplicably motionless, her eyes falling on the mask on his face.

She just looked and said nothing.

Shang Ji also let her look at him without saying a word.

Until a doorbell rang.

Song Xi'er suddenly came back to her senses. She met his gaze, and then quickly moved away to look at the door.

Shang Ji took back his hand, glanced at Song Xi'er up and down, and then tilted his head towards the bathroom nearby.

"Go inside, don't come out until I tell you." He said and walked towards the door.

Although Song Xier didn't know what he was going to do, she still entered the bathroom obediently.

As soon as she closed the door, she heard the sound of the door opening from outside, followed by voices, one of which belonged to Shen Kuan.

Song Xier couldn't help showing surprise on her face.

He actually got the bet right!

I couldn't hear clearly, and I didn't know what the two said. Shen Kuan seemed to have entered the door, and then there was a sound of closing the door.

Song Xi'er pressed against the bathroom door to listen more carefully to what was going on outside. Who would have thought that just as her ears pressed against it, a loud noise suddenly came from outside, as if something was broken.

Then there was the sound of two people fighting each other!

...Is this a fight?

Song Xier subconsciously wanted to open the door and go out, but when she thought of Evan's words, she suddenly stopped holding the door handle.

The sound of the fighting was fierce and lasted for several minutes before stopping.

Song Xier waited quietly by the bathroom door.

Finally, the bathroom door was knocked twice from outside.

Song Xier held her breath: "Who?"

"I."

Song Xier felt relieved and immediately opened the bathroom door.

After Shang Ji knocked on the door, he turned around and walked back. Song Xi'er followed behind him, glancing at him first, and then looked into the room.

The fight between the two just now was obviously very fierce. Everything that could be thrown in the room was thrown, and even the carpet under their feet was lifted up.

The most important thing is that Shen Kuan, whose face is full of glory, is now forced to sit on the edge of the bed, with his hands and feet tied up by the torn sheets, and the remaining sheets are stuffed in his mouth.

His forehead and eyes were severely beaten. When he saw Song Xi'er coming out, he struggled angrily a few times, whimpering as if he wanted to say something, but the sheets on his body seemed to be fastened, and the more he struggled, the more he struggled. But it was tightened tighter.

In the end, he could only calm down with a blushing face.

Song Xier looked back at Shang Ji and asked, "Are you okay?"

The mask on his face was still on his face, not crooked at all, but there was a little blood stain on the corner of his mouth, but it was not obvious, and it was completely negligible compared to Shen Kuan.

Shang Ji raised his hand and wiped it casually, not paying attention: "Ask whatever you want to ask, time is short, hurry up."

As he said this, he turned and looked at the door.

The people watching outside must have heard the movement of the two people in the room just now, but the door was locked by Shang Ji. Not only that, he also moved the shoe cabinet at the door behind the door.

Therefore, people from outside will not be able to come in for a while, but this will not last long.

Song Xi'er didn't waste any time. She stepped forward and pulled off the sheet that was stuffed in Shen Kuan's mouth.

Shen Kuan first turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth. When he looked up again, there was not much anger on his face.

He didn't look at Song Xi'er in front of him, but instead focused on Shang Ji who was standing behind Song Xi'er.

"Who are you?" Shen Kuan looked at Shang Ji and asked, "We don't have any grudges, right?"

He couldn't guess Shang Ji's identity, but he could tell that the person in front of him was probably not easy to mess with.

So even if his target is Song Xier, he has not moved her yet. Instead, he came over after receiving a call from his subordinates and learning that the two of them were done.

Men like beautiful women, and Shen Kuan can naturally tell what the masked man in front of him thinks about Song Xi'er.

And he could also see that the two people actually didn't know each other, but the masked man in front of him had a unilateral interest in Song Xi'er.

So he kindly helped before coming over, thinking that since everyone had succeeded, he would have nothing to say to the other party if he took Song Xi'er away.

This way he can accomplish his employer's task without offending others, the best of both worlds.

But Shen Kuan never expected that as soon as the person came in, the other person would directly attack him without saying a word.

Shen Kuan believes that his skills are not bad, otherwise he would not have reached his current position.

But the skill of the masked man in front of him was so terrifying that he almost had no chance to fight back.

"There should be no grudge." Shang Ji sat half-sit on the closet door beside him, lit a cigarette slowly and took a puff before continuing: "But she has something to ask you."

Shen Kuan frowned tightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but Song Xier spoke first: "On December 3rd, your people took away a man and a woman from Xingfu Xinyuan. The woman's name is Su Mei, and the man's name is Su Mei." His name is Shang Zhenglin, do you still remember it?"

Shen Kuan looked away from Shang Ji and looked at Song Xier: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"There were four people who took them away at that time, and one of them was Yang Jie, the subordinate of yours just now."

Song Xier squatted directly in front of Shen Kuan: "Your people took them to a hotel and then called you. There are witnesses from the hotel to testify about this."

Shen Kuan said nothing.

"I don't want to ask you today why you took them away, or who paid to instigate you behind the scenes. What I want to know is, what kind of drug did your men inject into that lady?"

"What medicine?" Shen Kuan frowned: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Song Xi'er took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "Now that the police have evidence, it will be a matter of time before they arrest you. But if you can tell me the specific side effects of the drug and the solution, I will let that person The lady told the police not to pursue the matter further.”

Shen Kuan glanced at Shang Ji who was standing behind Song Xi'er, tilted his head back and leaned on the bed: "I made it very clear, I don't understand what you are talking about, and I don't understand what you are saying. Madam, you must have found the fault——"

Before he could finish his words this time, Song Xier suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.

She didn't know when she took a thin blade in her hand. Although it was small, the blade shone with a sharp cold light under the light above her head.

Song Xi'er pointed the blade at the blood vessels on Shen Kuan's neck and applied slight force.

She knelt on her knees in front of Shen Kuan, holding his collar tightly, but the expression on her face was surprisingly calm, but her brown eyes had a hint of scarlet at some point, and Shockingly cruel.

"I said, I just want to know what the drug is." Song Xi'er said word by word, "As long as you can tell me how to revive people, I don't need to pursue anything else."

As he finished speaking, the strength in Song Xier's hand suddenly increased.

Shen Kuan hissed in pain, and a trace of bright red blood instantly appeared on his neck where the blade was pressed.

Behind him, Shang Ji looked at the blade in Song Xier's hand, tightened his grip on the cigarette, and stood up straight unconsciously.

His eyes fell on Song Xier's face, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he said nothing.