Insights Chapter 103: Kidnapping

Chapter 103: Kidnapping

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

At the same time that Gu Yanchen figured out the Dream Master’s identity, In the late-night detention center, Han Qingyi finished dinner and was taken back to his solitary confinement room in the detention center. As a major suspect, he needed to adhere to strict supervision rules. To prevent suicide attempts, the management in the detention center was very strict. Inmates were not allowed to wear glasses or bring in any metal or glass items, not even shoelaces or zippers.

At this moment, Han Qingyi curled up on the bed, his severe myopia making everything blurry. He stared blankly at the white wall. Knowing that his death was approaching, it was a slow agony of waiting for death. This afternoon, he was allowed to meet with his lawyer. Originally, he had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Trading Association might bring him some new information.

But when he saw that the lawyer entering was He Wenlin, Han Qingyi’s smile gradually froze. During the investigation phase, when lawyers met with detained criminal suspects, the investigating authorities generally did not send personnel to be present, nor would anyone listen to their conversation. However, according to regulations, everything would be recorded by surveillance.

He greeted He Wenlin like an old friend, “You’re here.”

He Wenlin, as usual, wore a suit and spread out documents with a focused expression. Those were the only things he could bring in. Among them was a photo, a picture of Han Qingyi’s daughter, Han Yingying. Han Qingyi picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, tears welling up in his eyes. It was both a hint and a threat. If he didn’t cooperate, his wife, daughter, parents—they would all be dealt with by the Trading Association.

These past few nights, he had spent sleepless nights in the detention center, wondering if those people would leave him a way out. Facing various interrogations, he had remained silent. But he had finally reached this point. Dead men tell no tales; only by dying could he ensure that the large sum of money transferred overseas wouldn’t be implicated, only by taking on all the blame could the others be safe.

He looked up at He Wenlin, “I’ve been thinking lately, was it destined for me to end up like this when I started this?”

He Wenlin’s expression was grave, like the grim reaper himself. It was him who had lured the person in front of him into the abyss. He spoke, “The Trading Association said they’ve done their best; this matter involves too much. If you can understand, your family and daughter will be safe.”

Han Qingyi asked again, “What should I do then?”

He Wenlin pulled out a small piece of paper from the documents. From the surveillance, it looked like he was presenting evidence to Han Qingyi. The paper looked just like any ordinary paper but was entirely different. He made a gesture, opening his mouth, hinting at Han Qingyi.

Swallow it.

Because the other papers were made of pulp, while this one was made of poison. The poison had a delayed effect and wouldn’t be detected for the time being. Once it took effect, it would quickly end a person’s life.

Han Qingyi understood. His face twisted momentarily, his eyes reddened, unwilling. Then he looked at the person opposite him, “You won’t have a good ending either!”

“I know. Once you’re gone, my time is limited too. But I have something I want to do.” He Wenlin asked, “Do you have any unfinished wishes?”

Han Qingyi said, “I want those damn people to die!”

He Wenlin nodded, “Alright, I’ll do my best.”

Han Qingyi struggled for a moment, hardened his heart. He evaded the surveillance, crumpled the piece of paper in his hand, and swallowed it during a moment of looking down, with his eyes closed. Moments later, he opened his eyes and said, “I’ll be waiting for the others in hell.”

Now, two hours have passed since the meeting. He remembered, not long ago, he was preparing for tonight’s activities. Tonight, there was a grand opening ceremony at the Binmao New District commercial center, and he was supposed to speak at the banquet.

Han Qingyi lay on the bed, recalling his previous glorious moments. Luxurious houses and cars, beautiful women and delicious food, countless wealth, and the admiration of society. In the end, he remembered his family, tears streaming down his face. It was all a dream, and in the end, he had nothing. The poison finally took effect, and waves of pain wracked his body.

Han Qingyi lay on the bed, unable to stop moaning, convulsing, his face turning purple, then blood flowed from his mouth. The police in the detention center soon noticed his abnormality. Someone went in to check, and medical staff rushed in. Before the emergency call could be made, Han Qingyi breathed his last.

At the same time, Inside the banquet hall of the Penang New District Trade Center, a celebration was underway. It was now the final stage, and there were many media present. Reporters were interviewing Penang’s wealthy businessman, Zhen Jiaxu. Mr. Zhen was over sixty years old this year but didn’t show any signs of aging.

A beautiful female reporter stood up and asked, “Mr. Zhen, I heard that there was an incident with the Penang Love Foundation recently. Do you have anything to say about this?”

Someone else commented, “Isn’t the Penang Love Foundation founded by Zhen Jiaxu?”

“Shh…” Someone gestured to be quiet, “The old master didn’t approve of this matter. Who dares to ask? He just wants to use this occasion to respond to public doubts.”

Zhen Jiaxu had already started his response, “I have also been following the related news. I believe the police have done a good job, and the leaders have worked hard.”

With that statement, the matter was settled. The elderly man’s face turned solemn as he said, “I just learned about this matter, and I am extremely angry. How could anyone do such a thing! The Penang Love Foundation was established by me personally over thirty years ago. My original intention was to use the power of society to provide care for children who were unable to attend school and for disabled individuals. Over the years, the Penang Love Foundation has established hundreds of primary schools domestically and even founded numerous special schools. Unfortunately, later on, due to my limited personal energy, I transferred the foundation to others. But I never imagined that the foundation I personally founded would become a tool for some people to do evil! I cannot tolerate this behavior. I hope that those involved will receive severe punishment. Only by cutting off these malignant tumors can our society become better and better. But I also hope that everyone will not lose faith in charity. Even if there are bad organizations, we still have many charitable funds serving the people.”

Applause filled the venue. In just a few words, he conveyed many sentiments. He implied his ignorance of the foundation’s affairs while also urging the public not to lose faith in charity. The spotlight flickered, capturing photos one after another.

Tomorrow, these words would be published in the headlines of the media, the best PR companies would handle the PR, and there would even be online commentators controlling the situation. Soon, the matter would be over.

Sheng Qiancheng, sitting beside Zhen Jiaxu, added, “Recently, Mr. Zhen personally donated 100 million yuan in personal goods and donations to the flood relief in Zhangcheng.”

A leader from Zhangcheng stood up, saying, “On behalf of the people of Zhangcheng, I thank Mr. Zhen. The people still need entrepreneurs like you who get things done.”

Huo Lei, standing nearby, raised her glass. “Charity itself is innocent, it’s just falling into the hands of those with ulterior motives.”

Another leader-like figure next to them also spoke up, “Mr. Zhen hasn’t been involved in the foundation’s operations for many years. Now he’s being unjustly criticized and enduring criticism. It’s good to crack down on illegal activities, but we must never expand the scope and harm innocent people.”

The interview concluded, and it was time for dinner. The reporters were escorted out, and sumptuous dishes were placed on the table—fresh abalone, thick lobsters, medium-rare steaks. Glasses clinked as people toasted each other, enjoying the delicacies. After the plunder, everything seemed to have dissipated.

Now, with Han Qingyi absent from the table, it didn’t feel deserted. They tacitly avoided mentioning him. Soon, new people would sit at this table again.

At the same time, at the back door of the City People’s Hospital. The sky had already darkened. Shen Junci had just walked out, preparing to hail a taxi on the roadside. Suddenly, someone appeared beside him, a cold, hard object pressing against his waist, presumably a stun gun.

“Behave, don’t move,” the man said in a deep voice. “Move forward.”

Shen Junci’s gaze shifted, looking at the man’s profile. He felt he was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him in the City Bureau before. He walked forward, being led by the man a few meters ahead. He saw a black Audi parked by the roadside. Shen Junci’s hand was in his pocket, and he pressed the power button and volume up button on his phone five times in a row.

As he reached the car, the man activated the stun gun, pressing it against Shen Junci’s neck.

The stun gun crackled. Shen Junci suddenly felt his whole body numb, darkness enveloping him as he lost consciousness. After some time, Shen Junci woke up groggily. He should still be in the car, lying in the back seat. He could hear some noises outside. He tried to move his hands and realized they were tied behind his back. His phone had been taken out of his pocket.

“Awake?” The man slammed on the brakes and turned to look at him from the driver’s seat. “Good, I was just thinking about how to get you upstairs.”

Shen Junci spoke up, his voice hoarse from being unconscious for some time. “You’re the Dream Master?”

The man admitted, “Or, you can call me Lawyer He.”

The person who kidnapped him was indeed He Wenlin. After leaving the detention center, he came to the hospital.

Shen Junci struggled to sit up. “What are you going to do?”

He Wenlin said, “I was planning to go to the hospital to see Gu Yanchen, but unfortunately, visiting the inpatient department requires an appointment, so I couldn’t get in. Of course, catching you is also good.” He slowed down his speech. “Guess, will he come to save you?”