He walked to the front desk in a panic, but the courier had already left.
A lonely express box was placed in the parcel area at the front desk, and a bad premonition flashed through Zheng Wenxuan's heart.
"President, the courier said it was a very important matter. You will not regret opening the express package." The receptionist stood up and repeated what the courier wanted to say to Zheng Wenxuan.
Zheng Wenxuan nodded and finally mustered up the courage to take the express box.
The express box was very light, and there seemed to be nothing in it.
But holding the express box, Zheng Wenxuan always felt that he could smell a faint smell of blood.
He quickly took the utility knife from the front desk and cut open the package.
The package was all filled with shredded newspaper scraps.
"President, is this someone playing a prank? It's really too much." The front desk said with an angry look on his face: "I will go to the control room to check and find out which courier it is."
As the front desk was talking, before he could leave, he saw Zheng Wenxuan taking out a little finger from the broken newspaper scraps.
A lot of blood has dried up on the bloody little finger.
The thumb was slightly curved, white and tender, and the receptionist couldn't help but think of the pickled pepper chicken feet he just ate while watching the drama last night.
"President, is this the lady's little finger?"
While the front desk was stunned, the assistant's words suddenly frightened her and turned her face pale.
She glanced at the fingers held by Zheng Wenxuan again, and took a big step back, trembling.
"President, there is another USB flash drive."
The assistant reminded him, and then Zheng Wenxuan discovered that there was really a small USB flash drive in the corner of the express box.
At Zheng Wenxuan's signal, the assistant inserted the USB flash drive into the computer at the front desk.
Soon, Zheng Fangfang's cry for help echoed in the hall.
Many people looked at the front desk, looking at the frightened front desk receptionist who turned pale, and looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and tie with even more confusion.
"Hey, isn't that Boss Zheng Wenxuan Zheng?"
"Yeah, why did my voice sound like Miss Zheng just now?"
"Oh my god! Could it be that Miss Zheng has been kidnapped? Look at Boss Zheng's hands. Are they fingers?"
Everyone looked at Zheng Wenxuan in unison, but at this moment, Zheng Wenxuan no longer had the mind to care about everyone's gaze.
He was trembling all over, and his heart suddenly hurt when he looked at his daughter who was tied to a dilapidated warehouse chair.
On one side of the camera, a familiar figure was holding a sharp knife and tracing it on his daughter's hand. Just looking at it made Zheng Wenxuan's heart tighten.
He quickly took out his cell phone and dialed Wang Long's number.
The call was quickly connected, and Wang Long's careless voice rang out.
"Uncle Zheng, have you figured it out?"
Zheng Wenxuan said fiercely: "Wang Long, if my daughter loses one more hair, I will definitely not let you go or let your Wang family go."
Zheng Wenxuan's eyes were wide open and filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Wang Long listened to Zheng Wenxuan's threat and sneered: "Zheng Fangfang is in my hands now. Uncle Zheng, if you haven't figured it out, I don't mind accompanying you."
Hearing Wang Long's words, Zheng Wenxuan's temples jumped with anger.
"Although I can accompany you, your daughter only has ten fingers. If you cut her next time, I won't know where to cut her."
Hearing the beeping busy tone from the phone, Wang Long's threatening words were still echoing in his ears.
With ten fingers, Wang Lung is simply a beast!
Zheng Wenxuan called back again, but unexpectedly the caller hung up immediately.
After making more than a dozen calls, Zheng Wenxuan felt that his lungs were about to explode.
"President, why don't you send a text message?" the front desk couldn't help but cautiously reminded me.
After Zheng Wenxuan heard this, he quickly edited the text message.
[Let Fangfang go, I, Zheng, will immediately withdraw from the anti-king alliance, and Fangfang’s matter will no longer be pursued]
Wang Long looked at the message Zheng Wenxuan sent him, and took a screenshot with a proud look on his face and sent it to his father.
The phone rang again. Wang Long looked at his father's call and pressed the answer button proudly.
The problems that had troubled his father in the past two days were solved by himself. He wanted to see how his father would praise his capable son.
After being belittled by his father for more than ten years, Wang Long was eager to prove his ability.
"Wang Long, who asked you to tie up that girl Zheng Fangfang? Did you forget that Zhang Dagang beat you?"
On the other end of the phone, his father's voice was very gloomy. Wang Long's originally happy heart suddenly became gloomy.
"Dad, they don't know where I am, and Zhang Dagang can't be found. Don't worry, leave this matter to me."
After Wang Long finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for his father to say anything else.
"Damn it, you've always disliked me since you were a kid. If you dislike me, you still get mad at me. You can just strangle me to death."
Wang Long angrily kicked the bench in front of him to the ground.
The more he thought about his life these days, the more frustrated he became.
Seeing Zheng Fangfang trembling with fear, Wang Long stepped forward angrily and slapped Zheng Fangfang on the face.
"You bitch, if you agree to marry me, nothing will happen to you. It's just you who is the broom star."
The more Wang Long thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped Zheng Fangfang on the face one after another.
Zheng Fangfang's well-maintained face soon became swollen, and tears burst out uncontrollably.
The Wang Long in front of her looked like he was going crazy. She didn't dare to say another word or resist anymore.
The others followed Mr. Wang, looking at the manic Mr. Wang and feeling a little anxious.
They have been following Mr. Wang for so long, and they have never seen him so irritable.
At this time in Zheng's Building, Zheng Wenxuan, a strong man, had red eyes again.
He watched the video over and over again and dialed the number of Liu Jiande, the boss of Jianye Group.
"Boss Liu, I want to withdraw from the anti-king alliance."
Liu Jiande on the other end of the phone was gathering with the bosses of the Anti-King Alliance to discuss the next step.
Because of Zheng Wenxuan's joining, the anti-king alliance is getting stronger and stronger, and it is preying on the Wang family more and more quickly.
They can believe that in just two months, the giant Wang family will soon be eaten up by them.
But at this moment, Zheng Wenxuan, who was their core figure, wanted to withdraw. Everyone was confused and angry.
The phone has been hung up, and the originally bustling box fell silent at this moment.
A small number of them came to the Anti-King Alliance through Zheng Wenxuan's invitation.
Moreover, with the efforts of their alliance, the Wang family is now being defeated by them one by one. As long as they persist for a while, they will definitely succeed.
At this time, everyone in the box looked at Liu Jiande, waiting for him to give a reason for Zheng Wenxuan to withdraw.
Liu Jiande shook his head: "Boss Zheng didn't say anything, and I don't know the details."
