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Chapter 252 My Mister Has Great Skills

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 My Mister Has Great Skills

I’m not sure what was said on the other side of the phone, but I heard Pei Liyan say, "I see," in a deep voice.

And with that, the call ended.

Qiao Rui looked at him, thinking that this call was arranged by Pei Liyan to have someone follow Qiao Xiang and the others secretly, but the content didn’t seem to indicate that.

She withdrew her gaze, her eyes fixed on the flat plan of Cultural Street mapped out on the conference table.

Lu Heming displayed the position screenshot from earlier on the screen.

"I zoomed in on the location we had earlier pinpointed, and it ultimately specifies this place," said Lu Heming, pointing toward the west side of Cultural Street.

The street runs east to west, and the position he indicated was on the west side.

Lu Heming continued, "There’s a building here, rented out to merchants as a public rental. It has six floors, each about 300 square meters, housing a dozen stores.

The first and second floors mainly deal in cultural supplies, while a painting studio on the fifth and sixth floors, often frequented by students, also serves as an art training center.

The third and fourth floors mainly involve art supplies and scroll mounting, things like that."

As Lu Heming spoke, everyone began to form a preliminary image in their minds.

"Painting studio."

"Painting studio."

Almost simultaneously, Pei Liyan and Qiao Rui both uttered these words.

Everyone turned to look at them—these two were too in sync.

Qiao Rui also blinked, meeting Pei Liyan’s profound gaze, then she looked away.

"It should be in the painting studio," Pei Liyan finally spoke.

It would be hard to hide on the lower floors where goods were sold.

And since today wasn’t a weekend, most students would be in school attending classes, and the painting studio usually would not have students, making it the best place to hide someone.

He Zheng then said, "He Lan likes painting; maybe she really is in the painting studio."

Pei Liyan also spoke up, "Qiao Xiang has been studying painting for twelve years."

Qiao Rui was surprised by this revelation; she hadn’t expected Qiao Xiang to have learned painting, and that Pei Liyan would even remember the exact duration.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Lu Heming said in a deep voice.

Someone came in and told him, "President Lu, we’ve obtained surveillance footage. It captured Miss Qiao Xiang and Miss He Lan entering Cultural Street in a black seven-seater Mercedes at three-thirty in the morning. There were three men in the car, who seemed to be acquainted with Miss Qiao, and Miss He was drunk and unconscious."

"Acquainted?" Lu Heming was astonished. "Are you sure they knew each other?"

"From what it appears, they knew each other." The person then showed them a snippet of the surveillance video.

Lu Heming played the video and saw Qiao Xiang sitting in the car, smiling sweetly, apparently familiar with the others inside.

Qiao Rui’s gaze shifted to Pei Liyan.

As if guessing she would look his way, Pei Liyan also looked at her.

Their eyes met, and Pei Liyan gave her a "don’t celebrate too soon" look.

Qiao Rui stood up.

"Where are you going?" asked Pei Liyan.

"If we know the location, let’s go take a look!" said Qiao Rui. "I’ll go. Being a woman, I’m less conspicuous than you men, and they won’t be as guarded."

Pei Liyan pondered for a moment then responded, "Alright, try it!"

"President Pei!" said Lu Heming, somewhat worried.

"It’s fine," replied Pei Liyan with a hint of irony in his voice. "My wife, she’s quite capable!"

Qiao Rui didn’t argue with him and walked out.

Si Ran spoke up, "Ma’am, I’ll accompany you."

Qiao Rui paused and turned to Si Ran.

But Si Ran was looking at Pei Liyan, as if he had decided first before seeking approval from the president.

In her heart, Qiao Rui sighed. Si Ran was indeed very loyal.

"It’s needless," said Qiao Rui. "Si Ran, I can manage on my own."

Pei Liyan remained expressionless.

Si Ran pursed his lips, feeling the president was being overly harsh—a young girl like her should not be put into such danger.

So, without seeking Pei Liyan’s approval, she directly asked to accompany her.

Now, seeing the president’s silence, she plucked up her courage, finally saying, "Ma’am, the two of us going together will seem more natural."

Qiao Rui looked to Pei Liyan to see what he would say.

At that moment, Pei Liyan spoke, "Si Ran, your amateur skills might impede Qiao Rui."

Si Ran was taken aback, only then realizing the president wasn’t being neglectful but had considered another aspect.

Her face flushed red, caught between advancing and retreating.

Qiao Rui suggested, "How about Mr. Pei, we go together?"

Pei Liyan’s eyes flickered as he looked at Qiao Rui.

He Zheng also paused, knowing if Pei Liyan took the lead, the situation would surely be under control.

However, it was still unclear how many kidnappers there were and what their relationship with Qiao Xiang was.

"I thought you could handle the reconnaissance mission on your own," said Pei Liyan indifferently.

Qiao Rui raised an eyebrow. "Are you refusing?"

"I’ll go!" said Fang Mo, stepping in.

Pei Liyan shot him a cold glance, causing Fang Mo to flinch.

Qiao Rui chuckled softly, already opening the door to leave.

Her steps were quick, and she vanished in an instant.

Si Ran called out worriedly, "Ma’am!"

Lu Heming also looked at Pei Liyan, "President Pei, I’ll arrange for someone to covertly protect the madam."

"No need!" Pei Liyan bluntly refused.

Everyone was momentarily stupefied.

Pei Liyan added, "She’ll be fine."

Qiao Rui exited the building and headed straight to the building depicted on the map earlier, a minute’s walk away.

Exiting the cultural center, she turned left and headed west, quickly reaching her destination.

She stood outside the building, glanced up, and saw several signs, the largest belonging to the painting studio named; Yi Nuo Studio.

Yi Nuo as in "promise of gold."

Qiao Rui smiled slightly at the sign and stepped through the main door, choosing to bypass the elevator for the stairs.

As she entered the stairwell, she saw Huang Ying descending from above; their eyes met.

Qiao Rui paused, but Huang Ying, behaving like a stranger, brushed past her without a greeting.

Qiao Rui then looked up and noticed a security camera around the corner.

After Huang Ying exited the stairwell, Qiao Rui’s phone rang.

She ascended the stairs and answered it.

Sure enough, it was Huang Ying’s voice on the other end. "Boss, Qiao Xiang is in Studio 1 on the sixth floor, and He Lan is in Studio 3 on the fifth floor."

Qiao Rui paused, realizing the information was reliable.

Huang Ying was capable.

She responded over the phone, "How about the situation on that side?"

Huang Ying knew she was referring to He Lan.

"He Lan is still out cold, sleeping. The kidnappers are friends of Qiao Xiang. Initially, Qiao Xiang wanted to stage a fake kidnapping to lure you out, but they fell out midway, and now Qiao Xiang has been truly kidnapped!"

Qiao Rui froze, Pei Liyan had said it was a real kidnapping.

While she thought it was fake.

It turned out, a staged scenario turned real.

So, in this gamble, Pei Liyan had won.

"Boss, there are three kidnappers in total, two are teachers from the studio, and one is their friend, presumably a skilled fighter."

Qiao Rui blinked, a flash crossing her eyes, "Then I’ll take the one downstairs first, let the one upstairs suffer a bit!"