<h4>Chapter 907: Chapter 912: Duped</h4>


    Exiting the Chinese restaurant, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing arrived at the street of Hualong Street, directly returned to the hotel in their Maserati.


    The next day.


    Ling Chen had just gotten out of bed and hadn’t had time to dress when he heard his phone ringing. Seeing an unfamiliar number disyed on the screen, Ling Chen’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately answered the call.


    This unfamiliar number wasn’t a domestic number but a local cellphone number. Yesterday, when he posted the missing person notice in that Chinese restaurant, he left his phone number for contact.


    "Hello! Hi, whom are you looking for?" Ling Chen asked in fluent English.


    "Hello, is this Mr. Ling? I saw the missing person notice you left at the Chinese restaurant yesterday. I think we should meet," a male voice came from the other side of the phone.


    "No problem." Ling Chen said excitedly, "When do you have time? I’ll be sure to be there on time."


    "At noon, at the Chinese restaurant on Hualong Street."


    "Okay. Thank you, sir!"


    After hanging up, Ling Chen excitedly made a ’yes’ gesture. Hard work pays off, finally some progress.


    Thinking about being able to find his grandparents soon, Ling Chen jumped out of bed and quickly ran to Nanrong Wanqing’s bedroom to share the good news.


    In order to quickly get news of his grandparents, Ling Chen arrived eagerly at Hualong Street with Nanrong Wanqing before the meeting time at noon. When they returned to the Chinese restaurant entrance, they saw that the restaurant was still closed, with a sign outside saying the owner is not in today, and the restaurant is closed for the day.


    Closed!


    Ling Chen touched his nose, thinking it was unfortunate. They had agreed to meet at this Chinese restaurant, but who knew the owner wouldn’t be there. Pondering this, Ling Chen took out his phone to call back the number from earlier.


    However, before the call connected, the door of the Chinese restaurant suddenly opened from the inside.


    Just as Ling Chen was in shock, a middle-aged man in a suit poked his head out from the door, looked at Ling Chen and asked, "Are you Mr. Ling?"


    "It’s me," Ling Chen asked curiously, "And you are?"


    The middle-aged man smiled back, "I’m the owner of this Chinese restaurant and the one who called you this morning. Pleasee in, Mr. Ling!"


    So it was him!


    Ling Chen suddenly understood that the one who called him was the restaurant owner. Without overthinking, Ling Chen held Nanrong Wanqing’s hand, quickly stepping into the Chinese restaurant.


    "Mr. Ling, please have a seat, both of you." The middle-aged man warmly ushered Ling Chen and hispanion inside, and once seated, he ced two cups of tea in front of them.


    "No need to be so polite," Ling Chen said politely and impatiently asked, "You mentioned this morning on the phone that you knew the whereabouts of Yang Yan and Gong Meiling. Can you tell me where they live now?"


    "No problem. Have a seat; I’ll go find their contact information." Saying this, the middle-aged man stood up and walked to the back of the restaurant.


    A few minutes passed, and Ling Chen held the teacup, asionally ncing toward the back door, expecting the restaurant owner to appear.


    But ten minutes passed, and still no sign of the owner returning. After a brief contemtion, Ling Chen squinted at Nanrong Wanqing and said, "Something seems wrong."


    "Something wrong?" Nanrong Wanqing asked, confused, "What’s wrong?"


    "I don’t know, but I just feel something’s off." While speaking, Ling Chen suddenly noticed that Nanrong Wanqing’s body swayed, and her head drooped powerlessly as if losing strength.


    Seeing Nanrong Wanqing’s change, Ling Chen couldn’t help but be rmed.


    It’s the tea!


    Ling Chen frowned at the empty teacup, realizing that the tea must have been drugged. It seemed his intuition was correct; something was indeed wrong.


    With this realization, Ling Chen nced at the teacup in front of him, noticing it already half-empty with tea.


    No good!


    Before Ling Chen could react further, his head suddenly slumped, and he fell onto the table.


    Once both of them were unconscious, four or five men in suits, including the middle-aged man iming to be the restaurant owner, emerged from the kitchen door.


    The group approached Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing, cautiously nudging their bodies. Seeing that both werepletely passed out, they seemed relieved.


    "Take them to the back door. Be careful, and don’t let anyone see us."


    "Understood!"


    Immediately, the suited men picked up Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing, heading straight for the back of the restaurant. A Mercedes-Benz van was parked at the restaurant’s back entrance. Seeing hispanions carrying Ling Chen over, the driver promptly opened the back door, vigntly watching the surroundings to prevent anyone from witnessing their actions.


    Once everyone was in the vehicle, the driver immediately drove the Mercedes-Benz van onto the road without saying a word.


    In the quiet cabin, the unconscious Ling Chen suddenly opened his eyes, observing the situation inside the car. The men in suits sat in their seats with their gaze fixed ahead, none noticing he had awoken. Beside him, Nanrong Wanqingy unconscious on the back seat.


    After a moment of hesitation, Ling Chen dismissed the idea of revealing himself. He had taken the Xiangrun Pill and Heavenly Mechanism Pill; ordinary poisons or drugs had no effect on him. Earlier, he pretended to be unconscious just to learn these people’s intentions. At present, these guys had brought him onto the vehicle, likely intending to take him to their leader.


    The Mercedes-Benz van traveled for about forty minutes before reaching its destination.


    Peering through the car window, Ling Chen noticed the van had entered an abandoned factory, with no buildings nearby, utterly secluded.


    The way things looked, these guys seemed ready to eliminate him.


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    Ling Chen mused to himself.


    As the van came to a halt, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing were carried out by the men in suits.


    At this moment, two chairs stood in the vast factory. Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing were ced on the chairs, with their hands and feet bound with ropes, restricting their movement.


    Once everything was settled, one of the men in suits pulled out a small bottle from his pocket, cing it under the noses of Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing.


    The pungent smell wafted through, prompting Ling Chen to feign awakening. He lifted his head, looking around confusedly, and asked, "Where is this? Who are you?"


    "Your surname is Ling, right?" the middle-aged man who had impersonated the restaurant owner spoke to Ling Chen, "You’re quite bold to find your way here. Do you think no one can deal with you?"


    Hearing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but feel puzzled,pletely not understanding the man’s meaning.


    "Who are you? I didn’t wrong you; why are you capturing me?"


    "You’ll know soon enough."


    With that, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove in from outside the factory, stopping beside the Mercedes-Benz van.