The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 325: 325: Su Qinghou bit Jiang Zhi, oh, it's love (first update)

Chapter 325: 325: Su Qinghou bit Jiang Zhi, oh, it’s love (first update)

At 9:20, Qiao Nanchu received a call from Zhou Xufang, who sent him a video of Wen Baiyang being kidnapped, “Baiyang might have a tracking device on her, the receiver is in her computer.”

It was Shuangjiang’s own doing; they each had a pair of earrings equipped with miniature tracking devices.

Zhou Xufang didn’t dare to be careless, providing as many details as possible: “But her computer might be tough to crack. I don’t know where her work computer is kept, but it should be very close to where she lives. It’s a five-minute walk at most.”

They had undertaken many missions at night; sometimes, after Shuangjiang finished her part, she would go back to sleep. It wasn’t long before or after, which indicated they were very close.

Qiao Nanchu got the gist, “You know it’s her?”

Zhou Xufang was also surprised, “You know too?”

She found out about Shuangjiang’s identity on New Year’s Eve. Qiao Nanchu had suspected earlier, from the moment he saw her strawberry elastic hairband.

Familiar yet unspoken, neither question nor answer.

On the phone then was Jiang Zhi, concise in language, “Zhou Xufang and I are heading to the appointment. Prepare for all possibilities.”

“Contact me anytime.”

After hanging up, Qiao Nanchu headed straight to 403, dialed a number, pushed the door open, and put the phone to his ear, “Lu Ning, come to Jiajing Garden.”

Twenty minutes later, Lu Ning hurried over.

As soon as he opened the door, Lu Ning felt something was odd, “What place is this?” The room had no furniture except for a few tables holding a dozen computers.

Qiao Nanchu didn’t explain, “We don’t have much time, no delays.”

“Yes sir!”

With only one chair, Lu Ning sat down, turned on the computer in front of her, then connected to her own computer, and after typing a string of codes, all computers in the room lit up.

These computers had been specially processed; the owner of the room was a professional hacker.

“The password is eighty-one digits, I’ll need twenty minutes.”

Qiao Nanchu glanced at the time, “That’s too long.”

Lu Ning took a deep breath, flexing her wrists, “I’ll try.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard, with codes scrolling incessantly on the screen.

The speed was so fast, she hardly dared blink, her hand speed already at its limit.

After fourteen minutes and thirty seconds, she cracked it.

Immediately, a screen full of SpongeBob popped up, surprising Lu Ning, “Captain Qiao, this can’t be Shuangjiang’s computer, can it?”

Qiao Nanchu didn’t respond, “Find the tracking device’s endpoint.”

“Okay.” She directly linked to her own computer and started searching with her programming skills, “The tracking system is a bit special, seems to have custom coding.”

“Can it be hacked?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

It took Lu Ning eight minutes. If the owner of the computer had been online, that would have been enough time to destroy all data.

“I found it.”

Qiao Nanchu immediately asked, “Where is it?”

“Baiyang Road, number 423.” Lu Ning zoomed in on the map location, “It’s a construction site.”

“Delete all records in your computer,” Qiao Nanchu said as he dialed another number.

Lu Ning was momentarily stunned, “Huh?”

Why delete? The Criminal Intelligence Department had been investigating Shuangjiang for years.

“This matter is personal,” Qiao Nanchu earnestly requested, “Please keep it confidential.”

Since when was Shuangjiang’s matter a personal issue for the captain?

Lu Ning, full of questions, still didn’t ask. “Alright, I’ll delete them now.”

Qiao Nanchu thanked her, just as his call connected.

“Grandfather,” he said bluntly, “I need men.”

Qiao Hongzhou grunted, “I’ve already informed Lao Wei, borrow as many men as you need from him.”

This matter involved Wen Baiyang, whose identity was special. Qiao Nanchu did not want to involve the police and used private connections instead, ensuring all operations remained confidential.

He said, “I need someone skilled in bomb disposal.”

Bomb disposal?

Upon hearing this, Qiao Hongzhou became anxious, “What’s going on? Tell me clearly.”

As he walked outside, “I understand the situation.”

“You’re blinded by women! You don’t understand anything!” Qiao Hongzhou insisted anxiously, “No matter the situation on your end, don’t you go taking risks alone, stay away, you hear?”

He didn’t respond.

Qiao Hongzhou, frantic, said, “I’m talking to you, you—”

“Beep beep beep beep beep beep…”

The phone had been hung up.

This damn kid!

Qiao Hongzhou was almost freaking out and immediately called his old subordinate: “Lao Wei, where is that little rascal of mine?”

“He must have gone to save someone,” Lao Wei reported an address.

“Keep an eye on him for me.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Hongzhou headed out.

Qiao Shenxing was also staying at the old house tonight and hurriedly stopped his grandfather: “It’s so late, you rest, I’ll go.”

“What rest? What if he dies out there?” Qiao Hongzhou scowled at him fiercely.

Changling Hospital, inpatient department, seventh floor.

It was ten forty, and the moon outside had been half-covered by dark clouds.

An impatient voice came from inside the room: “Has she arrived?”

Su Chan stood at the door and answered, “No.”

About four or five minutes passed…

“Has she come yet?”

“No.”

Still not here!

Su Qinghou opened the door and stepped outside: “Give her another ten minutes.” He glanced down the hallway, “If she doesn’t show up, there will be consequences.”

Suddenly—

The lights dimmed!

The corridor instantly became pitch-black, and Su Chan moved to the window to observe the situation outside: “Only this floor has a power outage; the other floors are still lit.”

Leaning against the wall, Su Qinghou caught a glimpse of the moonlight shining inside: “Go check it out.”

Su Chan donned a mask and went downstairs to investigate.

He pulled out a lighter, ignited a small flame, and used it to light his way back to the room, closing the door behind him.

“Thud!”

A hand stopped the door from closing.

A gust of wind slipped through the door crack, extinguishing the lighter, leaving the room without a trace of light. Squinting, Su Qinghou’s eyes turned pitch black: “Finally, you’ve arrived.”

He had been searching for five years.

Unable to see anything, he grabbed the hand on the door and yanked it toward his mouth, biting down hard.

He was ruthless, biting until he saw blood.

He tasted the blood, and even after releasing the hand, he still grasped it, feeling blood on his fingertips: “You remember, don’t you? The time you bit me when you ran away.” She gave his wrist a scar, and he wanted to return the favor.

However…

The skin under his fingertips was surprisingly tender.

Bang—

The door fully swung open, and a dim moonlight filtered through.

“Why didn’t you just bite her to death.”

It wasn’t 011.

It was a man’s voice.

Su Qinghou immediately grabbed the hand: “Who are you?”

Just as he asked, he was pushed away.

The other person replied, slowly and leisurely: “011’s man.”

With a flick, the lighter flared up.

Su Qinghou raised his hand and, by the light of the flame, saw a face with red lips, fair skin, and peach blossom eyes: “Jiang Zhi?”

It was the Jiang Family’s youngest son from the Imperial City, Jiang Zhi.

Glancing at his wrist, Jiang Zhi clicked his tongue disdainfully and pulled out a Yue Bai colored handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiping the blood off his hand: “Are you a dog or what?”

His hand had bled.

Furious, Su Qinghou darkly grinned, fiercely wiping the blood off his mouth: “You’re fucking filthy.”

Damn it, bit the wrong person…

As the words fell, almost simultaneously, one kicked and the other punched, and they started fighting…