Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 104

Jiang Ting didn't move, he just swung his arm to give him a slap on the face.

Yang Mei trembled like prey being targeted by a ferocious beast and took a half step back. Immediately afterward, the man in black held the corridor railing with one hand and jumped down. Like an eagle grabbing a chicken's neck, he pressed her against the wall with a "Bang!"

"......" Yang Mei didn't even have time to call for help or even make a sound. She clasped the man's arm with both hands, but it was in vain. She only felt her body being lifted up against the wall inch by inch, even her toes were almost off the ground, and her whole body weight was hanging on the fierce hand that was choking her throat.

The terrifying suffocation made her face red in a few seconds, then from red to blue, and then from blue to purple.

Brother Jiang... she thought vaguely.

I'm sorry, I may...maybe...

These last thoughts gradually became blurred, and just before she completely plunged into the abyss, suddenly--

"Who?!"

The man turned back suddenly, but it was too late. A muscular elbow hit his neck from behind, and the terrifying force was enough to break his throat bone. The huge force even caused him and the person who came to fall heavily to the ground!

"Cough cough cough cough cough!!..."

Yang Mei knelt on the ground and coughed frantically, fresh air poured into her trachea through her injured throat. She was coughing so hard that she almost spit out her lungs. She coughed for more than a minute before struggling to raise her head. She wiped away the tears from her face with both hands, looked up, and exclaimed with a hiss, "Yan Xie!"

.........

Basement.

Qi Sihao was pushed by the black-clothed man who had hit him just now. He stumbled through a corridor, and saw a bright light in front of him - it was the underground wine cellar of the nightclub. Rows of wooden barrels and wine racks were placed against the wall, with an open space in the middle, and at the edge of the open space was a chair.

"You..." Qi Sihao seemed to recognize the young man sitting on the chair smoking, and he couldn't help trembling: "You are..."

A-Jie put his right foot on his left knee, and said lightly amidst the curling smoke of the cigarette: "Do you know who I am?"

Although I don't know, I have seen you and even arrested you.

Qi Sihao trembled even more, and the frequency of the tremors in his calf under the trousers could clearly be seen by the naked eye - that was when he was still running errands with a low salary in the anti-drug division under the dazzling, young, and promising Jiang Ting. During an anti-drug operation at the dock, the front-line special police unit surrounded a highly suspicious bulletproof luxury car with guns, and then in front of his eyes, they pulled out the young man from the back seat of the car.

At that time, he was younger and more arrogant. Facing the muzzles of more than a dozen black submachine guns, he stood there with a smile and raised his hand in the wind, looking at every special police officer on the scene with malicious intent, as if he wanted to remember their faces in his mind. The commander of the Special Police Unit was stared at by his gloomy eyes, feeling very uncomfortable. He reported to the command car through the walkie-talkie about catching one of the suspects. At that time, Qi Sihao clearly heard Jiang Ting's cold voice from the other end of the walkie-talkie:

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"What?" The Special Police Unit leader thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated in a serious tone: "Reporting to the command car, one of the suspects has surrendered, he has surrendered! Please give instructions."