The School Beauty's Super Rogue

Ten minutes later. Jing'an District.

Qin Hao got out of the cab and swiftly rushed towards a certain building.

Upon reaching the tenth floor of the building as addressed, he rang the apartment's bell five times, yet no one opened the door.

In his urgency, Qin Hao couldn't care less about the security cameras and gave the iron door a heavy slap.

Clang!

With a loud bang, a fist-sized hole appeared in the iron door.

Qin Hao reached in and unlocked the door from inside.

Once inside, he didn't even spare a glance at the apartment's decor, swiftly darting into the bedroom.

On the brand new double bed, there were some familiar clothes.

Next to the bed was a half-open suitcase, filled with neatly folded clothes that hadn't been lost.

"The clothes are still here, but where is she?"

At this point, Qin Hao knew that worrying was futile, so he calmed down and started to think.

Jingwei's clothes were still there, indicating that she didn't leave on her own; she was very likely kidnapped!

There were no signs of a struggle, proving that whoever came was quite skilled.

Though Jingwei had no martial arts skills, it wouldn't be easy for someone without such skills to kidnap her, as she would fiercely resist and leave traces.

The absence of struggle marks ruled out a random break-in kidnapping.

Considering the kidnapper might be an expert, Qin Hao's attitude instantly shifted.

"Who on earth would kidnap Luo Jingwei?"

There were many possibilities; Qin Hao personally believed that the foreign forces lurking in the shadows could be involved.

"What, am I supposed to search them one by one? The problem is, I don't even know where they're hiding!"

Thinking of this, Qin Hao grew agitated again.

Jingwei came all the way to find me; if she were frightened or treated unfairly, how could I face her in the future?

Full of guilt, Qin Hao dialed Fatty for help: "Fatty, I need you to check the surveillance footage for an address, the address is..."

In a certain rental room, Fatty was rapidly typing on the keyboard. He was always at Qin Hao's beck and call. Soon, he retrieved the surveillance footage from Jing'an District.

Staring tightly at the screen, the surveillance images flashed rapidly.

Finally, Luo Jingwei's figure appeared in them.

However, she seemed unconscious, being carried on the back of a person in black!

"Boss, I've found a clue!"

Fatty nervously sent the footage to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao watched the footage intently, his face ice-cold: "Fatty, help me find this person's location, quickly!"

After speaking, he swiftly dashed out, heading to a garage after arriving downstairs.

It's worth mentioning that the Ancient Martial Alliance in Shanghai had deep roots, with safe houses and supply stations everywhere.

This garage was one of them.

Whoosh!

Qin Hao took out his Alliance ID and scanned it at the garage's recognizer, and the roll-up door opened automatically, revealing a motorcycle quietly parked inside.

Qin Hao walked in, inserted the key, and revved the throttle fiercely.

Vroom vroom!

The motorcycle engine roared, then the bike shot out swiftly.

While riding, Qin Hao received a call from Fatty: "Boss, that guy is heading to a private airport in the Western Suburbs, he's almost there!"

"What's he going to the airport for?"

Qin Hao was taken aback, and a thought struck him, startling him even more, prompting him to rev the throttle harder.

Vroom!

The roar grew louder, and on the road, one could see a rapidly moving motorcycle, its speed astonishing most drivers.

Under normal conditions, it would take an hour to reach that private airport from Jing'an District.

However, Qin Hao only took half an hour to reach his destination.

After getting off, he parked the motorcycle casually by the roadside.

This private airport wasn't large, but high walls were erected around it.

If not for this, Qin Hao wouldn't have abandoned the bike, opting instead to drive straight in.

He approached the high wall, leaping over it like a bird soaring high.

Upon landing, he saw a small white business jet parked on the tarmac.

The cabin was open, with a man in black walking up the steps.

Just as Fatty described, the man in black wore a black suit, sunglasses, looking every bit like a cool bodyguard.

Importantly, the man was indeed carrying someone on his back.

Even from a distance, Qin Hao could tell it was the comatose Luo Jingwei!

"Jingwei!"

Excited, Qin Hao couldn't help but shout, sprinting towards the plane.

Upon hearing the shout, the man in black glanced back at Qin Hao, quickening his pace onto the plane.

As the cabin door closed, the small jet started, slowly taxiing down the runway.

"Not good, the plane's starting!"

Rushing forward, Qin Hao was extremely anxious, using all his strength and inner energy.

His speed was at its peak, looking like a black shadow from a bird's eye view.

Despite this, due to the distance, as he reached the tarmac, the plane had already reached full speed, and the gap wasn't closing, instead widening.

A sense of despair filled Qin Hao; this speed was impossible to catch by human ability.

Whoosh!

In the end, the plane left the runway, gradually left the ground, and eventually disappeared into the horizon with a piercing sound.

Watching the plane's disappearing direction, Qin Hao fell to the ground powerlessly.

Since his rise to fame, it was the first time he felt so helpless and suffocated.

A feeling of defeat overtook him, his face full of guilt: "It seems like I've got Jingwei into trouble again!"

The phone rang, like the first light of dawn, giving Qin Hao infinite hope.

"No, even if he takes Jingwei abroad, I still have a chance to find her! Isn't Fatty still around?"

Qin Hao thought excitedly, assuming it was a call from Fatty, but was surprised to see it was an unknown number.

The kidnappers have come!

Instantly, Qin Hao instinctively judged.

Answering the call, he asked in a deep tone: "Who is this?"

"Are you the Night Emperor?"

The voice on the other end was indistinguishable between male or female, like it was synthesized via phone.

"It's me."

Qin Hao said coldly.

He was now trying to control his tone, avoiding saying too much lest the caller discern his emotions.

In negotiations, the one who can hide their emotions often prevails.

"Very well." The voice on the other end carried no emotion: "Surely you know why I called."

"Hmph."

Qin Hao remained silent, though he didn't know the reason.

He initially believed the foreigners coveting Gu Poison were responsible. However, according to reliable intelligence, those foreigners hadn't left Huaxia.

Therefore, it wasn't them who took Jingwei away.

The voice on the other end sighed slightly: "I've long heard of the Night Emperor's renown, but alas, never had the chance to meet."

Qin Hao furrowed his brow, undoubtedly the person who kidnapped Jingwei just now was foreign.

However, the person on the phone spoke in a refined manner, fluent in Chinese.

This clearly wasn't a foreigner speaking.