The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

He just asked the staff to bring Shang Junjie here.

Although Shang Junjie was very familiar with him, he was not a casual person.

So Lu Chengfeng guessed that the glass in Shang Junjie's hand was filled with boiled water.

It’s still boiled water.

Shang Junjie's other hand was sliding left and right on the glass, as if testing something.

Lu Chengfeng didn't look any further. He stepped into the room and locked the door.

Shang Junjie noticed Lu Chengfeng's movements out of the corner of his eye, and his hand, which was sliding back and forth on the glass window, paused slightly.

He saw Lu Chengfeng's faint figure reflected in the glass, walking towards him.

He ignored him and continued sliding his fingers across the glass as if nothing had happened.

Lu Chengfeng stopped three steps away from him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I wonder what Mr. Shang is curious about. Maybe I can answer one or two questions."

Shang Junjie then withdrew his hand that was sliding back and forth on the glass, turned around with a smile, looked at him calmly with a smile in his eyes and said: "This room is nice, Mr. Lu is really generous."

Lu Chengfeng also said with a smile: "When meeting you, of course I have to be airtight, after all, you are not allowed to see anyone."

Shang Junjie was not annoyed, he just chuckled and said: "Then I am really flattered."

Shang Junjie looked around and said with interest: "The surveillance data in this room is not connected to the Internet, but directly transmitted to your private hard drive. The sound insulation is also excellent. Even the floor-to-ceiling windows--"

Shang Junjie slightly turned his head to glance at the French window behind him that he had just touched, then looked at Lu Chengfeng with interest and continued: "——They are all single-sided."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Not everyone can use a private room of this standard. Mr. Shang, you are lucky."

Shang Junjie said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh, then I also want to thank you, thank you Mr. Lu for your generosity."

As he spoke, he raised the goblet in his hand and said in a serious tone, "Cheers, Mr. Lu."

After saying that, he took a sip, then casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

Seeing this, Lu Chengfeng pulled out another chair and sat opposite him.

Lu Chengfeng asked seriously, "Were you the one who caused Mu Yaqi's injury in Gavelton seven years ago?"

Shang Junjie was shaking the wine glass in his hand gently, but when he heard Lu Chengfeng's question, he stopped moving.

He frowned and looked at Lu Chengfeng seriously: “Whether you believe it or not, that’s not me.”

Lu Chengfeng obviously doubted what he said.

Shang Junjie said seriously: "The person who shot and injured Mu Yaqi was a sniper, and he was Meng Zhe's man."

Lu Chengfeng looked at him for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay. You said the gunshot wound was done by Meng Zhe's people, so why did she suffer a head injury and lose her memory?"

A trace of bewilderment and disbelief flashed across Shang Junjie's eyes, and then the emotion in his eyes changed from astonishment to endless hatred. He was silent for a moment, as if calming down, and said: "I don't know the specific circumstances of this matter, but I can be sure that Meng Zhe did it."

Lu Chengfeng sneered, "You said that Meng Zhe did everything, but that's just your one-sided statement. How can I believe it?"

Shang Junjie looked at him seriously and said, "I just said that whether you believe it or not, this matter is not me."

Shang Junjie paused, with a playful look in his eyes, and said, "Boss Lu was there at the time. Don't you know whether I did anything bad or not?"

Without giving Lu Chengfeng a chance to answer, he immediately said, "Perhaps you can also say that I sent someone to secretly harm her. Then, may I ask, what good will it do me to do this?"

His eyes were cold, piercing people's hearts like ice, freezing them all over: "You can certainly say that doing this will affect your mood, but other than that, it seems to deepen the hatred between us and cause me more trouble and loss. You are a smart person, you should know that this is not worth it for me."

He stretched out a hand to block in front of him, and seemed not to want to hear Lu Chengfeng's answer.

In fact, Lu Chengfeng didn't want to answer. He was observing the details of his every move.

When emotions take over, judgement tends to go awry, and he can't allow that to happen.

Although he is most likely to become emotional when it comes to matters related to Mu Yaqi.

Shang Junjie spread his hands and continued: "Okay, even if you think that I am such a foolish person, I will disgust you even if it costs me 800 to hurt the enemy and 1,000 to hurt myself."

He asked, "How can I be sure that she can affect your emotions?"

"Even if you are affected by this, I won't get any substantial benefits."

He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "If you think that I did this, then can I also think that—"

He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk: "--Are you also a suspect?"

He leaned back leisurely, leaning on the backrest, and jokingly said, "You were there at the time, so you can't be ruled out as a suspect."

Lu Chengfeng looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

Lu Chengfeng asked: "So, what is the whole truth you know?"

Shang Junjie glanced at him and said, "Before you said that, I always thought she only had gunshot wounds. As for the fact that she had lost her memory due to head injury, I had no idea."

He said in a resounding voice: "You know I have always been frank in my dealings. Besides, there is no need for me to lie about this matter."

After a pause, he lowered his eyes, with unfathomable rage and cruelty in them. He said coldly: "Since Meng Zhe hurt her, I will make him pay for his actions."

Lu Chengfeng looked at him calmly. People's subconscious reactions would not be false. His astonishment just now could well explain that he was indeed not the one who did it.

Lu Chengfeng nodded and said calmly: "Okay, I can trust you, but what about the sniper?"

Shang Junjie looked at him and said calmly, "Dead."

silence.

Still silent.

In the huge private room, the air was dead silent, as if time had stopped at this moment, just like the frightening and discordant silence before a rainstorm.

Where their eyes met, all the hidden calculations were hidden in their sight.

Lu Chengfeng glanced at him coldly and asked, "How did he die?"

Shang Junjie stared at him and did not speak for a long time.

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Since we have already reached a cooperative relationship, there should be something that cannot be discussed with Shang, right?"

Shang Junjie relaxed a little after hearing this, and put away all the sharp thorns on his body.

He didn't rush to tell him, but asked first: "If I tell you, will Mr. Lu believe it?"

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Mr. Shang, please speak up. I have my own judgment."

Shang Junjie looked at him with an obscure look in his eyes. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "At that time, my people found him and brought him back, but before I could ask a few questions, Meng Zhe shot him dead."

The room fell silent again, but this time it didn't last long.

Lu Chengfeng stared at him and said, "I believe you."

Shang Junjie looked at him deeply and continued speaking.

......

Seven years ago, Gavelton.

On the rugged mountain, there is a very large white rectangular building, surrounded by several white rectangular buildings slightly smaller than it. This is one of Mengzhe's many bases, and it is a biological experiment base.

A distance outside them, a thick iron wall blocked them off. The wall was equipped with high-voltage equipment and fine barbs. There were people patrolling outside the wall 24 hours a day. The sky above the mountain was a private area, and no one would come to disturb it. Even if someone came, they would be discovered and shot down by the people in the building. It can be said that the confidentiality of this building was achieved to the extreme.

The ultimate confidentiality can enhance the confidentiality awareness of internal personnel, and they will not have the idea of ​​going out privately.

Of course, the welfare benefits here are the best, and people won’t want to leave.

People patrolling outside the wall 24 hours a day will promptly discover lost pedestrians five kilometers away and bring them down the mountain.

Of course, it’s not that you can’t go out here, you just need approval.

That night, it was raining heavily, and Guan Yu took the sniper who shot and wounded Mu Yaqi to the warehouse next to the largest building here.

The warehouse is made of white bulletproof steel plates. All supplies are stored in the basement. The first floor is empty, with several large vehicles parked there.

Shang Junjie set up a chair here. He exuded a cold aura and looked down at the sniper who was lying on the ground and looked a little embarrassed.

Guan Yu politely asked him to come back, but he ran away. So now, his leg is broken.

But it can still be taken back.

But Shang Junjie will not be soft-hearted towards those who hurt her.

Guan Yu knew this very well, so he deliberately held back some strength when he attacked, so that Shang Junjie could have a good time whether he was breaking or connecting.

Shang Junjie stared down at him, his eyes filled with a bottomless abyss. He looked down at him with a cold expression and said, "You were the one who fired the gun?"

The sniper slumped to the ground in silence.

Shang Junjie waited for a few seconds, and seeing that he didn't speak, he took out the gun from his waist, loaded it, and pointed the gun at his hand with an indifferent expression.

The man lying on the ground remained unmoved.

Shang Junjie slowly pressed the button.

"Bam—"

The rain was drizzling, and a very tragic howl suddenly broke out from the originally silent warehouse, and a large pool of blood mixed with some flesh was splattered on the ground.

The pair of hands that the sniper was once proud of were instantly covered in blood and flesh, a horrible sight.

But Shang Junjie was not moved at all.

Mu Yaqi is still in the hospital for treatment and her life or death is uncertain. What reason does he have to let go of the murderer in front of him?

Since he couldn't wait outside her operating room, he could always find the person who did it and make him pay the price.