"Haha, even if I haven't killed him yet, it will be a matter of time..."

Hearing Lao Cui's next words, Lu Qi suddenly felt relieved and couldn't help but relax.

He thought Michael had just become cold...

"Those Bangguo gangsters mistakenly thought that bastard was my boyfriend, kidnapped him, and then threatened me. How the hell can you believe this?!"

"It's just a big joke! Hahaha..."

After laughing a few times, he suddenly felt that this was a bit boring. Trevor cursed and picked up the beer, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

Looking at Lao Cui, whose eyes were blurry and already drunk, Lu Qi did not stop him, but said calmly:

"Trevor, I know this is a feud between you and Michael, and I didn't want to get involved...but I can't just watch Michael being killed and do nothing."

Hearing this, Trevor waved his hand and cursed:

"Fuck you! If you want to save that trash, that's your business. He is already dead to me!"

After saying that, either because he was too drunk or because he didn't want to talk to Lu Qi anymore, Trevor hit his head directly, and with a "bang" sound, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Looking at Lao Cui who was motionless, Lu Qi shook his head, stood up, and came to the bar, "Joseph, help me take a look at him, okay? I have something urgent to do."

"no problem."

After walking out of the bar, Lu Qi took out his mobile phone and called Lester:

"Hello?"

"Lester, I have something I want you to help me with."

"you say."

On the phone, Lu Qi briefly talked about the feud between Michael and Trevor, as well as the incident of being kidnapped by a group of Koreans.

After hearing Lu Qi's narration, Lester, who already knew the truth, couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so ironic..."

"There's nothing I can do. Although that fat, bald middle-aged man failed Trevor, he has always been very good to me. At least now I can't sit here and watch him get killed. So... you have a way to find out his details.

Where are you being held?"

"let me see..."

"Okay! Michael's cell phone just got a signal. I will send you an application now, which can track its signal. The closer the distance, the stronger the signal. Be careful in everything."

"I will, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qi did not immediately open the software Lester sent, but pressed another number again.

The phone was connected, and Franklin's smooth black accent came from the other side.

"Hey, brother, how are you?"

"Something happened to Michael!"

...

Under the bright lights of Los Santos, a white Maverick S sedan was speeding down the street.

The car doesn't seem to be very fast, but it can constantly overtake the car in front.

While holding the steering wheel with both hands, Franklin said casually: "No wonder I haven't seen Michael recently!"

Lu Qi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at the red dots displayed by the tracking program on his phone and responded:

"Turn right at the next intersection...I just learned that Trevor and Michael had a falling out in North Yankton."

"Gan! What on earth did these two fucking old bastards have in the past? They were either quarreling all day long or looking forward to getting each other killed..."

Facing Franklin's complaints, Lu Qi could only shrug and suggested:

"If you want to know, you can ask him after we rescue Michael..."

According to Lester's tracking program, the two drove to a large warehouse in South Los Santos.

"It should be right here."

When they arrived at their destination, the two of them did not rush in. Instead, they observed the overall situation of the warehouse through the car window from a distance.

The warehouse has only one entrance and exit, and the rest are surrounded by high guardrails.

At the door, two Asian men were smoking and chatting.

There seemed to be no other patrolling guards in the huge warehouse.

After ejecting the magazine and carefully checking the HK45 with the silencer in his hand, Lu Qi said to Franklin who was eager to try:

"Are you ready?"

"Waiting for you!"

Raising his brows, Lu Qi smiled slightly, pushed up the magazine with a "pop", "Very good, you stay here first, and then come back after I deal with the two guys at the door!"

After saying that, Lu Qi opened the car door and walked straight to the warehouse door.

Seeing Lu Qi's Asian face, the two guards at the door did not immediately take out their guns.

One of the guards stepped forward to stop Lu Qi and said in somewhat broken English: "Hey! What do you want to do?!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi pretended not to understand and said in a stick style:

"Ah, I don't understand English. I just want to ask for directions..."

The friendly hometown dialect immediately made the other party give up the action of reaching for the gun on his waist, "Hey, Bangyu? Are you from Bangguo too?! We..."

"Yes, yes, I..."

While the other party was letting down his guard, Lu Qi made a move!

Lu Qi's eyes were sharp, and his whole body was like a tiger coming out of its cage. He suddenly stepped forward, made a fist with his right hand, and hit the left guard hard in the abdomen.

"Um?!"

While he was covering his abdomen and bending over, Lu Qi put his hands on his back, jumped into the air, and struck the shocked face of the guard on the right with a fierce whip kick.

The huge impact knocked him down and he fainted on the spot.

After taking out an enemy, Lu Qi did not relax, but instead pulled up the guard on the left who was still clutching his stomach and looking pale.

He took out the pistol from the opponent's waist and threw it away, then grabbed his collar and asked fiercely:

"You arrested a white man, where is he being held?"

The guard, whose stomach was churning, could hardly speak normally. Under Lu Qi's pressure, he could only raise his finger and point to the front, a warehouse with "128" on the door, and said intermittently:

"In...that...slaughter and processing plant...inside..."

After confirming Michael's location, Lu Qi then asked: "How many of you are guarding here? Is he still alive?"

"About a dozen... I'm not sure... When the boss left, he just asked us to guard him..."

Seeing that he couldn't get much information from the inquiry, Lu Qi knocked him unconscious with a knife, then walked out of the warehouse door and waved to Xiao Fu who was waiting in the car.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, the two tied up the hands and feet of the two guards with nylon ties, put tape on their mouths, and dragged them to a dark corner.

After getting it done, the two of them squatted behind a container, peering into warehouse 128, and began to discuss how to rescue Michael.

"Brother, what should we do now? Should we just go in and save people?"

Glancing at Xiao Fu, who only held a small pistol but said harsh words, Lu Qi shook his head, raised his left hand, and like magic, a black walkie-talkie appeared.

The next second, a cunning smile appeared on his face:
Chapter completed!