Chapter 198: The Seventh Department of National Security
Wandering alone in the city of Shanghai, Yang Jing felt like she wanted to cry without tears.
She wanted to scold Ye Cheng harshly to vent her anger, but who knew that Ye Cheng didn't even give her a chance. He pushed her out, closed the door, and locked the door behind him.
Yang Jing was angry, but had nowhere to vent her anger.
Pouting her little mouth, she couldn't even go back to her home. Yang Jing didn't know where to go?
After graduating from university, Yang Jing has stayed in the city of Shanghai. Up to now, Yang Jing has stayed in Shanghai for more than three years. However, until now, Yang Jing has always found it difficult to find a sense of belonging here.
, she felt that she was like that rootless Ping, without a goal and unable to find a direction at all.
Although Yang Jing still knows a few people in the city of Shanghai, except for colleagues at work or those with whom she has business contacts, Yang Jing has no real close friends.
This does not mean that Yang Jing has failed as a person. Perhaps, in the city of Shanghai, the life of an ordinary white-collar worker is just like this.
Occasionally when she feels depressed, Yang Jing likes to find a bar and have a drink. Not only Yang Jing, but also many white-collar workers in this city seem to have this hobby. Perhaps, for them, at work,
The pressure and worries in life all need a space where they can vent.
Under the sarcastic music, the pole dancers on the stage seemed to be sensational. Their delicate bodies were twisting crazily, and the colorful neon lights were flashing constantly, making the bar where Yang Jing was now filled with people.
Waves of decadence and depravity.
Yang Jing was sitting in a relatively remote corner, drinking the wine in her glass one after another.
It's just dusk now, and the sun hasn't completely set yet, but there are already a lot of people gathered here. Unlike the Qing Bar, in this kind of bar, it's hard to hear even the face-to-face conversations clearly. The people who come here,
What they enjoy is just the somewhat crazy and depraved atmosphere here. Of course, there are also some people like Yang Jing who want to get drunk and relieve their worries.
After drinking from sunset until late at night, Yang Jing already felt a little dizzy. She walked as if walking on the clouds. Yang Jing staggered and walked out of the bar.
In a place like a bar, beauties are indispensable. Of course, there are more men who want to pursue beauty again. A drunk single woman, many times, the things that accompany it will definitely not be a good thing. Of course
, some drunk women are not only not disgusted, but also happy to do so, but Yang Jing just wants to get drunk, she has not thought about indulging herself.
Staggering out of the bar door, Yang Jing did not realize that several young men with colorfully dyed hair followed closely behind her and walked out.
Not far after walking out of the gate, Yang Jing was holding on to the railing of a street lamp and started vomiting.
"Beauty, are you worried? Looking at you like this, I know that you are definitely not in a good mood. Why don't you and my brothers spend some time with you?"
"Beauty, don't worry. With the skills of these two brothers, I guarantee that I will make you want to die. No matter what worries you have, you will throw them away!"
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Taking advantage of this opportunity, those young men had already walked a few steps to Yang Jing's side, took Yang Jing's arm, smiled lewdly, and walked towards the alley on one side.
"What do you want to do?" Yang Jing was horrified, drunk and aware. Although Yang Jing drank a little too much wine, she knew very well what was waiting for her next. But at this moment, she
Her body was limp and she had no strength at all. Even the voice she spoke at this moment was as low as the roar of a mosquito.
"What else can you do? You guys are kind-hearted and just want to solve your troubles!" While the young man with a rooster-comb head said these words, his hands had already begun to attack Yang Jing's chest.
Maybe Yang Jing can't be considered stunning, but if we just say that Yang Jing is a beauty, no one will deny this.
Such a beautiful woman would soon be moaning and begging under her and others. Just thinking of this scene, these young men were all as excited as if they had been injected with blood.
There was a sound of "Bang..." and a fist suddenly stretched out from nowhere.
Before the hand of the young man who hit Yang Jing's chest was hit by this fist, he was sent flying.
I don't know when, around Yang Jing and these young people, there were four or five men in black with cold expressions. The expressions of these men in black were extremely awe-inspiring. Just their sharp eyes made those people...
The remaining two young men shuddered.
"Damn it, what is the background of this beautiful woman? How come she is surrounded by so many professional bodyguards!" The expressions of the two young men changed drastically. At this moment, they were filled with regret.
These young men are the kind of people who often go to nightclubs. Of course they understand that some people are simply not something they can offend. If they offend such people, they may not even know how they died!
In the nightclub, these young people have been observing Yang Jing for a long time, but looking around, they did not find anything special about Yang Jing. Even after walking out of the nightclub, Yang Jing was just a lonely person.
That's it. Needless to say, these young people understand that Yang Jing is just an ordinary white-collar worker with no identity or status.
Because of these reasons, these young people attacked Yang Jing.
But now, judging from the sudden appearance of these cold men in black who looked like bodyguards, it didn't seem like that was the case.
Before the two men could react, the man in black had already punched each of them, sending them flying.
With just such a punch, the internal organs of these young men seemed to be scattered. Apart from groaning on the ground, it was difficult to even stand up.
"Miss Yang, are you okay?" Two men in black stepped forward, supported Yang Jing, and asked.
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" Yang Jing was also confused. She had no idea why these men in black knew her name and why they helped her.
"Ms. Yang, we don't mean any harm. We belong to the Seventh National Security Division and are here to protect you under orders from above. This is my ID!" Several men in black looked at each other. One of them took out a red notebook and turned it over.
Open it and hand it to Yang Jing.
Although Yang Jing was a little drunk and hazy, she could barely see some of the contents above clearly.
"National Security Special Operations Division 7, Deputy Director Chen Kui!" It's very simple content, but the bright red seal on it does look so dazzling.