After Nan Zhuoyuan left, Nan Yu sent her location to Song Yingqing, asking her to come and gather to go home.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no response from Song Yingqing.
Nan Yu couldn’t help but furrow her brows, and she directly called her.
No one answered.
She suppressed the unease in her heart and made three more calls.
Still, no one answered!
Nan Yu’s expression darkened, and she immediately hailed a taxi, giving the location of the abandoned factory.
Soon, she returned to the spot where she had asked Song Yingqing to hide.
Only the motorcycle was left standing alone in the darkness.
There was no sign of Song Yingqing anywhere around.
"Yingqing cherishes this motorcycle the most; if she had left, she wouldn’t have gone without riding it, and she definitely wouldn’t have left without messaging me."
Nan Yu’s gaze shifted to the distant abandoned factory, remembering the fleeing An Ru and the lethal weapon she carried.
"Something might have happened to Yingqing."
In an instant, her mind became restless, as if a stone was pressing on her chest making it hard to breathe.
Nan Yu clenched her teeth and went back into the abandoned factory.
Once inside, she discovered that Yan Ren had already left with Jiang Feishun and Chang Sumeng, and the place was now empty.
Nan Yu called out repeatedly.
"Yingqing."
"Song Yingqing!"
...
Half an hour passed, and she had searched the entire abandoned factory without finding any trace of Yingqing.
Nan Yu’s brows twisted tighter, her expression growing increasingly grim.
"Are you looking for a woman wearing a helmet, with red hair?"
Just then, a cold and distant voice came from behind.
Nan Yu instantly recognized the voice, turned around sharply, and saw An Ru, who had escaped earlier and, unbeknownst to her, had returned.
She was now squatting on the fence, looking down at Nan Yu, fiddling with that black weapon in her hand.
Nan Yu met that mocking cyclopean gaze; she narrowed her eyes, watching An Ru warily.
"Where is she?"
An Ru’s index finger curled around the trigger, the gun spinning between her fingers as if flipping a flower.
With a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes, she said, "Guess."
Nan Yu closely watched her expression, not missing any changes in her gaze.
The next second, she immediately said, "She’s not in your hands."
Having spoken, she no longer concerned herself with An Ru on the fence and planned to search elsewhere for Song Yingqing.
An Ru, revealing a look of surprise, watched Nan Yu as if seeing a ghost.
She quickly adjusted her expression, snorted coldly, and aimed the gun at Nan Yu’s head.
"Take one more step forward, and I’ll shoot you."
Nan Yu stopped in her tracks, holding An Ru’s gaze fearlessly.
"Do you think your gun is faster, or am I?"
Upon hearing this, An Ru instantly recalled the scene earlier that night when Nan Yu had kicked her gun away in a fraction of a second from the second floor, her face darkening.
"I was unguarded before, but now..."
Before she could finish speaking, a blur flashed before her eyes.
Immediately afterward, she felt a cold object touch her brow.
An Ru looked up and saw the gun that had been in her hands.
Looking up further, she met Nan Yu’s clear, water-like eyes, chillingly cold as if looking at a dead person.
Nan Yu pressed the gun firmly against her brow, her voice cold, "Now, is it you who runs fast, or is my gun faster?"
A threat of death permeated the air.
"Gulp."
An Ru clearly heard the sound of her own swallowing, sweat soaking her entire back.
Seeing Nan Yu about to pull the trigger, in a desperate bid for life, she hurriedly spoke up.
"Aren’t you looking for that woman? I saw someone take her away."