A Dramatic Transmigration

Part 4

7

In the gaudily decorated room.

I sat beside Huo Zi An, unable to stop shaking my leg.

The more I shook, the more intense it became.

Smack—

Huo Zi An slapped my leg, his warm hand rubbing my leg for a bit.

He leaned over, his lips almost touching my ear, speaking ambiguously.

But the words weren't nice.

"Stop shaking! I can't even hold you down!"

Me: "..."

I didn't know how long we stayed there, Huo Zi An was drinking with He Mu Sheng and the others the whole time.

In the end, everyone was somewhat drunk.

Brother Wang kept glancing my way. After taking a swig of alcohol, he pointed at me.

"You, come have a drink with me."

I looked up at the ceiling.

Pretended not to hear.

Brother Wang's temple twitched, his expression darkening, "Jiang Zi An, your person is a bit unruly, huh?"

I realized Jiang Zi An must be Huo Zi An's alias for the mission.

Huo Zi An didn't react much, just calmly reached out, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer.

I fell into his arms, my arm resting on his chest, completely stunned.

Wow.

Nice body.

Huo Zi An chuckled softly, "You know she's my girl. If I disagree, she wouldn't dare go and accompany you for a drink."

Hearing this, I figured I should cooperate a bit.

So, I punched his chest a few times, "Aww, don't be so fierce, your Lin Zhi is super scared now."

The room fell silent, a few seconds later.

Huo Zi An: "Ugh—"

He puked.

He actually puked!

Is my squeaky voice is really that disgusting??

He Mu Sheng seemed surprised, but appeared to be in a good mood, "Zi An, your drinking tolerance needs improvement. Let's call it a night."

He shouted towards the door, "Someone, escort Boss Jiang..."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over me, "And this lady, out."

I slipped a small note from my pocket, discreetly tucking it under the sofa cushion.

Then I followed Huo Zi An out of Qianli Club.

8

Qianli Club.

Someone found a piece of paper under the sofa cushion.

"Boss, look at this."

He Mu Sheng casually took the paper and glanced at it.

There were only three words on the paper: "BEWARE OF GAS."

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

He Mu Sheng stared at the paper for a while, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth, then he used a lighter to burn it.

He looked up, "Someone, bring Gas here."

A few minutes later, a bruised and battered man was brought before He Mu Sheng.

"Gas, you've been with me for almost three years, I've never doubted you."

He Mu Sheng lifted his chin with his toe, "So I'm giving you a chance. Who sent you?"

...

9

I wasn't aware of what happened at Qianli Club.

At this moment, I was curled up in a corner, looking as timid as a quail.

Huo Zi An stood in front of me, scolding me fiercely.

"You've got guts, going to that place without thinking?" Huo Zi An poked my head with his finger, "What would you have done if I hadn't been there today?"

I hugged my head, muttering, "But you were there."

Huo Zi An didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

I gathered myself and looked up at him directly, "I said, you were there, weren't you?"

I put on a cheeky smile, "Thank you, Officer Huo."

"Being with you gives me a huge sense of security!"

Huo Zi An was stunned for a moment, trying hard to suppress the smile forming on his face, and turned his head away, "No need to state the obvious."

He didn't know that my words were absolutely sincere.

I still miss his warm embrace.

Tsk, I really want to touch him again.

But my wish went unfulfilled.

Huo Zi An received a call and hurried out.

Before leaving, he said, "Something happened at Qianli Club, stay home and wait for me."

...

I didn't know what happened at Qianli Club.

But something happened to me.

While taking out the trash, I was shoved into a sack and kidnapped.

The car rocked back and forth, making me feel a bit dizzy.

I couldn't see what was happening around me, so I had to rely on my ears.

Hmm, someone was eating.

Someone else was snoring.

And a few were playing cards.

Damn!

Not a single one respects me!

Just as I was thinking this, the car stopped, and due to inertia, I lunged forward, landing face-first on the ground.

"Ah—"

The people in the car fell silent.

The car door opened, and a deep male voice spoke, "Did you bring the person?"

"Bring her in, the boss wants to see her."

As soon as the words fell, someone grabbed and lifted me up.

...

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived.

The sack on my head was removed, and the blinding light made it hard to open my eyes.

The surroundings were unfamiliar, looking like an abandoned factory.

"Are you Lin Zhi?"

I squinted at the direction of the voice.

A short, fat man was sitting on a sofa, scrutinizing me.

He looked... indescribable.

Barely human.

I didn't have to think hard to know his identity.

He Mu Sheng's early-stage enemy, Camel.

After all, that's how I described him in the book.

Looking at his face now, I felt a faint sense of guilt.

I was too hasty back then.

But that's not the point.

The point is, wasn't Camel supposed to be in prison!?