That's right!
It's Yan Yinluo's agent... Zhou Ting!
Given their past relationship, it would have been incredibly easy for Zhou Ting to obtain these photos.
Furthermore, in addition to those explicit pictures.
Photos of Yan Yinluo with other male artists in hotels could also be explained.
After all, as the most beloved national star for contemporary youth, some commercial collaborations are unavoidable.
And Zhou Ting only needed to find suitable opportunities and angles to make some seemingly ordinary meetings appear ambiguous.
To spark the imagination of netizens.
"Ye Ming! Act fast!"
At this moment, Fang Junxue reminded, "Dolisia just said someone is watching Zhou Ting secretly, I'm worried..."
Worried about what?
Everyone understood clearly.
"Okay!"
Ye Ming opened Yan Yinluo's phone and found Zhou Ting's photos.
With his abilities, as long as Zhou Ting was still in Minghai City, she couldn't escape his perception.
...
Outside Minghai City, in a derelict building.
"Boss! We've brought the person. When will the boss arrive?"
At this moment, a masked man with only four fingers on his right hand asked.
Beside him was a man holding a weapon similar to a throwing knife. His face was also covered by a mask, making his specific appearance unclear.
However, a sharp chill could be felt in his dark pupils.
"It's almost time for our transaction!"
The boss toyed with the throwing knife in his hand, staring at the bound woman in front of him, his emotions unreadable.
"Good! Hahaha!"
The four-fingered man looked at the unconscious Zhou Ting, a flicker of heat in his eyes. He licked his lips and said, "I can't believe this woman, even though she's over forty, is still so well-maintained!"
He reached out and lifted Zhou Ting's chin. "Look at this skin, so delicate, so smooth!"
As he spoke, his gaze moved downwards. From his angle, he could faintly make out the contours of her chest and a bottomless abyss.
It had to be said, Zhou Ting at this age was like a fully ripened apple. Although the youthful immaturity was gone, it was replaced by a woman's tender fragrance.
And this! Seemed to further ignite a man's... desire for conquest!
Gradually, his breathing quickened, and he said hoarsely, "Boss! Before the boss arrives, how about you let me... have some fun?"
As he spoke, his hand was already reaching out.
"Stop!"
Whoosh!
A whistling sound cut through the air as a throwing knife embedded itself directly between the man's index and middle fingers.
Seeing the throwing knife between his fingers, the man instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He was so scared that his whole body collapsed to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.
At this moment, the boss walked over, squatted in front of him, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten how you lost your little finger?"
Hearing this, the four-fingered man quickly begged for mercy, "Boss! I... I was wrong! I'll never..."
But before he could finish speaking.
Bang!
Without any reaction, a bullet shot into his forehead. His entire head, like a hit watermelon, instantly scattered.
Red and white matter splattered on the ground, and a disgusting stench immediately filled the air.
He... was headshotted.
This sudden gunshot made all of the throwing knife man's nerves tighten. A chilling coldness shot up his spine.
If that shot had been aimed at him, then... perhaps he would have been the one headshotted at this very moment.
The throwing knife man remained relatively calm. He immediately dodged and hid behind some cover, then surveyed his surroundings.
The throwing knife in his hand was always in a ready state.
Meanwhile, the gunshot had also awakened the unconscious Zhou Ting.
"Ah!"
When she saw everything before her, she let out a piercing scream.
Fear! Unease! Confusion! Despair!
All sorts of negative emotions instantly intertwined, making her feel on the verge of collapse.
Since the man who was headshotted was not far from her, there were still some warm, fresh red fluids on Zhou Ting, even on her face.
And the smell of blood in the air made her nauseous, turning her face ashen.
"Where... where is this!"
But when Zhou Ting noticed the headless corpse not far away, she nearly fainted again.
She had never witnessed such a bloody scene.
"Someone! Help... Help me! Murder!"
She struggled with all her might, trying to break free from her restraints.
Alas!
With her weak strength, how could she succeed?
"No need to shout! No one can hear you!"
At this moment, just as Zhou Ting was falling into despair, a voice she knew all too well appeared.
A young man in a white T-shirt was walking towards her step by step.
It was... Li Huan!
"Huan'er! You... you're here just in time! Quick... save me!"
Seeing Li Huan, Zhou Ting's hope of survival surged. To the extent that her form of address had changed.
Huan'er!
If Yan Yinluo were here, one could only imagine what she would think upon hearing this address.
"Huan'er? Heh!"
Hearing this address, Li Huan's expression changed. From his previous cold observation, it turned somewhat distorted. "Hahaha! Huan'er! This name sounds a bit unfamiliar?"
He stared intently at Zhou Ting and said with a crazed laugh, "No! You should call me... Young Master Li! My... mother!"
Mother?
This... Li Huan was Zhou Ting's son.
If this news were to get out, it would surely be another earth-shattering scandal topping the trending searches.
"Huan'er! Don't... don't say that! Quick! Quick, untie your mother! Save me!" Zhou Ting, completely confused about the situation, desperately pleaded with Li Huan.
"Alright! I will save you!"
Li Huan looked at Zhou Ting, her face covered in blood and grime, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
What he had said earlier was... save.
What did that mean?
"Stop hiding! Come out!"
Then, he ignored Zhou Ting and spoke as if to the air.
"Boss! What do you mean by that?"
The throwing knife man did not come out, but remained hidden in the shadows.
He knew very well that once he revealed himself, he would become a target.
"What do I mean? Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Li Huan let out a loud laugh, then pointed at Zhou Ting and said in a cold tone, "Although I don't want to admit this woman is my mother! It's a fact! And you know what your subordinate was trying to do, don't you?"
In the end, Zhou Ting was his mother.
And he killed the kidnapper who intended to defile Zhou Ting, not to save Zhou Ting, but to avoid leaving any stain on himself.
"Okay, since you killed the person! And I've brought the person you want! Then... can I leave you?" Although the throwing knife man said this, his tone seemed to lack conviction.
"Look at you! You don't even have the confidence to say that!"
Li Huan shook his head and said coldly,
"Killing witnesses! Isn't that standard procedure?"