Chapter 220 Get Out of the Car
She covered her mouth and made vomiting noises from time to time, thus she did not have time to
dere herself.
"Please move to the middle seat," The bald man finally said. "He has a fetish for cleanliness. Please
forgive."
"I can understand," She said, clutching her mouth. She bent over and shifted to the left seat in the
middle strenuously.
"There seems to be a car following us, Nate." The man in the passenger seat looked in the rearview
mirror and said to the bald man.
She pursed her lips and looked back. They were followed by a Volkswagen. She was neither familiar
with the car model nor the te number. She frowned slightly, and there was more sweat in her palm.
The bald man turned into the sidewalk, pulling over and slowly stopping, he said to the man in the
passenger seat, "Get out of the car and see what''s going on."
The man said yes, opened the door and got off.
Ang looked at the open door, her heart beating fast, but it was too difficult to escape from the front
passenger''s seat under the supervision of four men.
"Nate, I can''t stand the smell. I''ll leave the rest to you!" The man, who was obsessed with cleanliness,
withstood his nausea, stepped over the vomit, and patted the door on the right side, “Open this door,
Nate.”
Ang lowered her head, and put her sweating hand on the door handle.
"Go down from the front." The bald man looked at Ang and said.
She frowned and had to watch the man walking a few more steps and got off through the door of the
passenger seat side.
"The shoes were thrown into the Volkswagen. I lost several hundred dors." After a while, the man in
the passenger seat came back and closed the door.
The car restarted and got on highway. Ang spected the direction they were going, she could only
be sure that it was not going to the airport or the railway station.
"You will take me to the eastern suburb prison, won’t you?" Her voice was shaking when saying those
three words.
There was no response. She was shivering, and she had to squeeze her words. "What are you going
to charge me with? Why did you send me there? "
"I''ve made it very clear to you that we are taking orders to send you there. We don''t know anything
else." said the bald man.
She lowered her head, thinking of the two years she spent in prison, her eyes were gloomy, and even
the scar on her eyebrow was stained with anger.
"What are you doing?" The man in thest row yelled.
But almost at the same time, Ang took off the stud on her right ear, and quickly put one hand around
the bald man''s neck and the other hand against his temple, "Stop the car!"
She can''t go back to that prison. She would rather die than went back to the prison.
The bald man was not flustered at all, “Do you really believe that you could hurt me with your ear
studs?”
"You don''t believe me?" Ang said poker-faced, "Don''t you believe the earrings are sharp enough, or
don''t you believe I dare to do that?"
The bald man did not answer, obviously did not take her seriously.
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The man in thest row and the man in the passenger seat wereing for her. She sneered and put
all her strength in her hands. Her ear studs were punctured into the bald man’s temple. "You all sit
back, or I''ll kill him and go back to that prison."
The stud only went in about a millimeter, but Nate, the bald man was already in pain and his arms were
shaking. The dense blood streamed down his temple, which had a great deterrent effect.
Both men sat back, but their eyes were fixed on Ang.
"Still thinks I''m joking? I''ll count to three," She said coldly. "If you don''t step on the brake, don''t me
me."
Nate was pale, but remained calm, "If you kill me, going back to prison is the better result. An eye for
an eye, or you may die on the spot."
"One." She was not afraid ofmit suicide. How would she be afraid of one more charge?
Nate was paler, "Miss Chante."
"Two!" She raised her voice, and the murderous me in her eyes grew higher.
James took the kraft paper bag that private detective Martin gave him to the bathroom. He did not open
it until he was in thepartment.
The cancer patient who changed the car for Jessica two years ago was not a loner in the strict sense,
and he had a lover. Since the man was diagnosed with cancer, they split up. Two years ago, he got a
lot of money from Jessica, but in fact, in addition to that big transfer, he gave the equal amount of cash
to his lover.
He was afraid that his lover dared not to ept the money, so he wrote a letter in detail exining how
he got the money. It was done very secretly, so Martin just recently found out.
When he was identally browsing Nova and J’s WeChat moments, he saw a video. The video
was a small clip shot by the Art Department of the Student Union of the University, in which Ang
rushed to Jessica and threatened to kill her.
Martin spected that the recording held by Jessica probably was recorded by then. The dull and loud
thud in the recording was also easy to exin.
The video showed that Jessica was knocked down by Ang. The sound in this video was not very
clear, but if Jessica was the one to record, the sound would be magnified because she was the closest
to Ang.
"I think that video was shot four years ago when Miss Chante was a freshman. That is to say, Jessica
prepared for the ident for at least two years. "
"Four years ago, Jessica was only 16 years old. And they said that Ang and Jessica got along very
well. The friendship between women is really dreadful."
"The setup of that car ident was not very brilliant, but it was perfect. It was difficult to prove Ang''s
innocence if I did not find out these evidences. The most important thing is that such a crime was
James put the evidence into the file bag, and a touch of evil shed in his eyes. He opened the toilet
banquet hall.
Ang should havee back, and it''s best to hand her these evidences.
"James," He was stopped by Jessica whening to the banquet hall, who came out with a
wheelchair. "Did you arrange this video today?"
James looked at her condescendingly, his eyes tinted with sulk, "No."