Let Me Go!

Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network. Narrated by Sang Ze Wang Xiaomo and Lao He. Are you testing me?

Wu Chen looked at Wu Yurong and said.

Yes.

Wu Yurong nodded.

The question is whether Wu Chen really knows all of this.

Wu Chen smiled, his lips twitching slightly, then reached out and hooked his fingers around the opening of Wu Yulong skirt, pulling it open a little to peek inside.

Wu Chen, wearing white, smiled and said, "Let go of my hand."

Wu Yurong asked him to guess, but he just looked directly at the screen.

Let me show you!

Necrosis!

Wu Yurong lightly punched Wu Chen's shoulder and said reproachfully.

Why guess?

It's not like I can't watch it.

Wu Chen laughed.

Wu Yurong sensed that Wu Chen seemed to be intentionally hiding something and didn't want to reveal it, so he used this method to resolve his problem.

You still haven't answered me: how did you know I would come with Xuanxuan?

She then asked Wu Chen directly.

Just guessing.

Wu Chen said with a smile.

The more Wu Chen this way, the more deeply Wu Yuerong suspected that Wu Chen might possess some kind of extraordinary ability.

He already thought Wu Chen was an extraordinary person, and now he thought so even more.

Wu Yurong thought for a moment, glanced at the door, then turned back. She leaned closer to Wu Chen, hooked Wu Chen arm around his, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Honey, will you tell me?"

Her voice was very low, she was being coquettish.

At her age, it's actually not inappropriate for her to act cute, because she's very young, and she still looks young.

What do you want me to tell you?

Wu Chen smiled and asked in return.

Wu Yurong turned her head to meet his gaze and then told me.

Wu Yurong wanted to speak, but suddenly stopped, then said never mind, and suddenly stopped asking.

If this had happened to a little girl, she would definitely have pressed for details and couldn't resist her curiosity to find out the truth.

Wu Yurong's mental capacity was naturally far superior to that of a little girl. He understood that Wu Chen didn't want to talk about him, and that asking too many questions would only annoy her. Why did he have to know? It was enough for him to understand that Wu Chen was different.

Did Li Ruobin go home with you yesterday?

Wu Yurong then asked Wu Chen, who proactively changed the subject.

Uh-huh.

Wu Chen nodded.

How many times have you done this?

Wu Yurong asked again, still with her gentle and sweet demeanor.

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the door opened, revealing Song Xuan returning after finishing his phone call.

Wu Chen and Wu Yurong sat down together, both holding coffee cups, and chatted casually.

Senior An Menglan said she wants to meet and talk to me, and she also wants to see you. She might call you.

The student still seemed very happy and excited. He walked over and sat down opposite the teacher, then quickly explained the situation.

Simply put, the agreement hasn't been reached yet and needs to be discussed in person.

After Song Xuan explained his family situation and his mother's opinion, An Menglan expressed her willingness to come to the East Sea to meet with Song Xuan.

The main thing is to meet with Wu Yurong.

An Menglan also wants to see Wu Chen, and may even call Wu Chen beforehand, but it's uncertain when she'll arrive in the East Sea or when she'll call Wu Chen.

Senior, why aren't you excited at all?

What happened?

After Song Xuan finished speaking, he asked Wu Chen again, feeling that Wu Chen's emotions were a bit too calm.

An Menglan is coming to see you. She wants to have a face-to-face talk with you. Aren't you happy?

Yes, I'm happy.

Wu Chen said with a smile.

That's so perfunctory, I really don't understand you.

Song Xuan pouted slightly because An Menglan was her idol, and she liked her very much.

But Wu Chen seemed to have no feelings for An Menglan at all, so he naturally wouldn't have imagined that Wu Chen had slept with An Menglan.

I've reviewed the contract; there are no problems.

Wu Chen spoke up again.

Finally, getting back to business, Wu Chen and Song Xuan signed a revenue-sharing agreement.

According to the terms of the contract, this is part of Wu Chen's commission for writing lyrics and composing music, which can be considered an excessively high percentage.

After signing the contract and chatting for a while, the three of them finally went downstairs to say goodbye.

Around 3:40 PM, Wu Chen drove his Lamborghini back on the road.

The car was moving very fast. Wu Chen timed it perfectly. More than 20 minutes later, Willowbank Apartments Bailiu Street in the West District of Donghai City.

This is one of the earlier high-rise apartment buildings built in the East Sea, completed at the end of the last century, and has a history of more than 20 years.

The apartment building is surrounded by old office buildings and residential buildings.

This place has a very high population density, and there are many ancestors.

Wu Chen parked his car on the street downstairs, walked directly into the apartment building, and took the elevator upstairs without anyone bothering him.

The elevator was old, there were cigarette butts on the floor, and the walls were covered with various small advertisements and stickers.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the Eighth Floor corridor also gave me a dirty feeling.

The corridor was very long and dimly lit. Every so often there was a resident's door. The walls on both sides were covered with printed phone numbers, and there were many professional locksmiths, as well as various stickers, posters, and small advertisements.

Almost everyone living here is renting; long-term or short-term rentals are both fine, even just for one day.

Wu Chen walked south and soon arrived at the door of room 819. This was where the Old Blade Daoist's men lived, and Jiang Chuan was also imprisoned here. Because the management here was very poor, all sorts of people came and went, and although there were many people and things, it was actually safer.

The people who live here all understand one principle: don't meddle in other people's business.

Wu Chen knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. However, he could vaguely hear footsteps approaching rapidly. The back door opened a crack, revealing a security chain hanging inside, which could only be opened slightly.

A short-haired man in his thirties, who was probably only 1.6 meters tall and looked very thin, peeked through the crack in the door. He saw Wu Chen and immediately recognized Wu Chen, turning his head and saying, "Hey, you're here."

As he spoke, he closed the door, removed the security chain, and then opened the door completely.

Wu Chen walked in with one hand in his trouser pocket.

Mr. Wu, the thin man stepped aside and greeted Wu Chen very politely.

Hello Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu.

There were two other men on the living room sofa: a burly man with broad shoulders and a fair-skinned man with glasses. When Wu Chen entered, they both stood up and greeted Wu Chen with utmost respect. They were both Old Blade's confidants. They had never met Wu Chen before, nor had they come to the East Sea with Old Blade on business. However, since Wu Chen had arranged to meet Old Blade Jiang Chuan at this time, they had naturally seen Wu Chen's photo.

Old Blade must have given them some instructions.

Wu Chen paused, glanced around the living room littered with cigarette butts and instant noodle containers, and asked directly, "Mr. Wu Chen, please have the thin man come inside quickly so I can put this away."

This apartment isn't a studio, but a one-bedroom apartment with a living room and an additional bedroom.

The thin man went first and opened the door, Wu Zhen went inside.

Jiang Chuan was in the room, tied to a chair, bound hand and foot, with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Upon seeing Wu Chen enter, his eyes widened instantly.

Before this, although he had never met Wu Chen in person, he had certainly seen Wu Chen's photos.

Jiang Chuan struggled violently, causing the chair to sway and creak. Because his mouth was gagged, he could only whimper as he tried to untie it.

Wu Chen stood at the door and gestured to the thin man. Without saying a word, the thin man drew a dagger from his waist, cut the rope binding Jiang Chuan, tugged at it, and threw the rope aside.

Jiang Chuan was still glaring at Wu Chen, but with the skinny man holding a knife beside him, he didn't dare to move.

Wu Chen, you speak Jiang Chuan.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan reached out and grabbed the wrist of the thin man beside him. He twisted his body and stood up, directly behind the thin man. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger in the thin man's hand was in Jiang Chuan's hand. The dagger hooked directly around the thin man's neck. Jiang Chuan completed the hostage situation in the blink of an eye. His movements were extremely fast and sudden.

Let me go!

Jiang Chuan shouted at Wu Chen.

These past few days have been like a nightmare for Jiang Chuan.

He was trying to escape, but was attacked with a club while retrieving his passport.

When he woke up, he learned that he had been captured by Old Blade's men.

He asked why, but no one answered him.

He was blindfolded, tied up, and shoved into a car. After being jostled around for two days, they finally arrived here.

He deduced from the names of the office buildings outside his window and the advertisements on the buses that he had been brought to the East Sea, and extreme fear and despair followed.

East Sea was Li Ruotai's territory. He didn't know what was going on with Li Ruotai, Wu Chen, and Old Blade, but he could imagine that he wouldn't survive whether he fell into Wu Chen's or Li Ruotai's hands.

Not only will they not survive, but they may also suffer a fate worse than death, becoming a burden on their families.

Around noon today, he even contemplated suicide.

Since he was going to die anyway, dying sooner would prevent Ding Jia from thinking he was a traitor and from harming his family.

He had already made up his mind, but suddenly he was tied up. He didn't know why; before, he had only been locked in a room and hadn't been tied up. He fell into despair again until Wuchen appeared.

A glimmer of hope has appeared.

Let me go, or I'll kill him!

Jiang Chuan shouted again to Wu Chen, who remained calm, while simultaneously hooking the dagger in his hand backward and taking a step back.

The thin, small man was being held hostage by her; there were already bloody scratches on his neck.

He was very skilled, but now that the knife was in Jiang Chuan's hands, he didn't dare to move recklessly.

Jiang Chuan's skills are superior to his. Although Jiang Chuan is over 40 years old and his skills are not as good as when he was young, he is still extremely strong. Even Old Blade calls him Wild Chuanye. This title is not only because he is a member of the Ding Family, but also because he is respected as a man who is particularly good at fighting. If we compare him to Old Blade, who can fight him to a draw with guns, Jiang Chuan is even stronger.

But if it's a melee weapon like a knife, Jiang Chuan can't beat Old Blade.

What are you doing?

Wow!

The door was open, and the other two people in the living room noticed the situation in the bedroom and heard Jiang Chuan's shouts.

As they approached and began hurling insults, one of them drew a short knife, while the other, a pale-faced man with glasses, pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Jiang Chuan.

Let me go!

Jiang Chuan completely ignored them and continued shouting at Wu Chen, very excited, with a slight bulge on his forehead.

Jiang Chuan knew very well that the Old Blade's three henchmen were armed, and that they were all desperate criminals with murders on their hands.

In a one-on-one fight, no one can defeat him, but with three people together, it would be easy to either beat him or kill him.

This is also why Jiang Chuan hasn't dared to act recklessly these past few days; he knows he has no chance, and taking one hostage is useless.

The other two were the ones who dared to risk their lives and shoot him directly; they were both people who were willing to risk their lives.

But Wu Chen's arrival changed things. Wu Chen is someone who can make decisions. The tactic of holding someone hostage is useless against the accomplices of desperate criminals, but it works against the person in charge.

The difference is that if the former lets someone escape, he can't explain it to the host and therefore can't make the decision to release them; the latter, being the boss, can make the decision.

So Jiang Chuan took the thin man hostage, yelling and shouting at Wu Chen, threatening Wu Chen to let him go, ignoring the other two's only chance, their only option. He wanted to see if Wu Chen would just watch him kill his man; that would discourage his other subordinates. Why bother?

Wu Chen calmly smiled at Jiang Chuan, and as he spoke, he raised his hand, signaling the person next to him to put down their gun.

Let me go, I won't hurt him, and from now on, your business with the Ding Family has nothing to do with me. Let me go!

Jiang Chuo was getting increasingly excited; he couldn't contain his emotions, which he had been holding back for several days.

If Jiang Chuan had met Wu Chen immediately after being arrested, he definitely wouldn't be in this emotional state.

He had been thinking too much these past few days, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid and desperate he became. His thoughts had gone through those turbulent stages and he had reached this state of mind where he felt he had figured things out.

Run if you can, or die; there's no turning back.

Many things can't be ignored just because you say they're okay.

Wu Chen smiled faintly at Jiang Chuan, his tone indifferent. "Take the dirty deeds you've done for the Ding Family over the years, for example. If word got out, your women and children back in America might die in a fire or robbery, wouldn't you say?"

Jiang Chuan's expression changed.

I heard Santa Clara has beautiful scenery. Haven't you been there in two years?

Wu Chen continued.

After saying that, Jiang Chuan smiled, and his expression changed drastically.

Wu Chen's two simple sentences revealed a wealth of information.

Santa Clara is a place name; it is a county in America, USA.

This is a very famous city, part of Silicon Valley, where many international giants have their headquarters.

In terms of demographics, over 35% of the population there is Asian.

Jiang Chuan's wife and child live in Santa Clara, a fact unknown even to the Ding Family. They should be able to find out, but they certainly wouldn't know beforehand.

Wu Chen, however, knew.

Wu Chen also knew that Jiang Chuan last went abroad to see his woman and child two years ago.

Don't you want to talk to me?

Wu Chen then asked Jiang Chuan with a slightly playful tone, Wu Chen again where his woman was still living and bringing up things like a fire and a car accident.

That's right, Jiang Chuan understood correctly; Wu Chen was indeed threatening him.

When talking to the Old Blade, Wu Chen didn't want to give the Old Blade the feeling of being threatened. He felt that the Old Blade made the decision himself, and even gave the Old Blade Daoist priest the gun. However, there was no need to do this with Jiang Chuan.

People are different. Jiang Chuan's personality is very different from Old Blade's. Old Blade is the kind of person who will never complain no matter how much he is tortured, but Jiang Chuan is not like that. Jiang Chuan's thinking is often more flexible than Old Blade's, and Jiang Chuan's situation is more complicated than Old Blade's. After all, he has worked for the Ding Family for 20 years, while Wu Chen and Ding Ruilong are sworn enemies.

Wu Chen knew that Jiang Chuan had thought of everything, and he also knew that if Wu Chen hadn't told Old Blade to tie Jiang Chuan up when he called at noon today, Jiang Chuan would have already jumped off the building. The only things that could still hold him back were his woman and child.

Jiang Chuan stared at Wu Chen, veins still bulging on his forehead. His breathing grew heavier, and finally, he suddenly flung the knife-wielding hand to the side, and with his other hand, he shoved the skinny man, sending him crept towards the door. He took two steps before regaining his balance.

Jiang Chuan, still gripping the knife, retreated to the window and released the man.

They made their stance clear, yet they still refused to put down their knives.

He wanted to talk to Wu Chen, but he didn't want to be at Wu Chen's mercy; the knife was his only weapon.

In reality, this was just a form of self-comfort, because Wu Chen had a gun, so his carrying a knife was pointless.

The skinny man touched his neck, then turned around and glared angrily at Jiang Chuan.

Get out!

Wu Chen said something at that moment.

The thin man turned around, glanced at Wu Chen, glared at Jiang Chuan, and then went out the door.

The other two also left, and the three of them returned to the living room. Wu Chen closed the bedroom door.

Wu Chen was at the door, and Jiang Chuan was by the window. Only the two of them were left in the room. Wu Chen wandered around the bedroom for a while, looked at the messy environment, and when he was a little over a meter away from Jiang Chuan, his gaze fell on Jiang Chuan again. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give it all to me!"

Jiang Chuan stared at Wu Chen, his breathing still heavy.

He raised his hand and slowly handed the knife to Wu Chen.

Suddenly, he let go, and the island fell directly to the ground.

For a normal person, this would be distracting, and they would subconsciously look at the knife falling to the ground.

The instant Jiang Chuan dropped the knife, he kicked Wu Chen with tremendous speed.

This concludes this episode. We hope you'll continue listening!