I Became the Henchman of a Novel’s Villain

In the entire room, the bedsheets were in complete disarray. But there was no longer any sign of Mu Qingqing, who had been tied up like a dumpling. Only Bai Zhou remained, standing by the bed, looking completely at ease.

Not only was Li Yonggang stunned, but even the three to five lackeys behind him were all equally dumbfounded.

The lackey who had painstakingly gagged Mu Qingqing earlier sprinted out, panic-stricken, and anxiously asked Bai Zhou: “Brother Zhou! Weren’t you supposed to watch Mu Qingqing? Where is she?!”

At this moment, Li Yonggang swung his arm in a wide arc.

“Slap!” With a loud sound, he smacked the lackey across the face.

“Ah—” The lackey screamed in pain and collapsed to the side.

Li Yonggang’s eyes flashed with fury as he took two steps forward, grabbed Bai Zhou by the collar, and roared: “Bai Zhou! Where is Mu Qingqing?!”

His roar was so loud that even the lackeys behind him froze in terror, knowing their boss was now in an extreme state of rage.

The lackey clutching his ringing ears didn’t dare to utter a sound despite the pain.

However, in the midst of these frightened onlookers, Bai Zhou slowly raised his hand and casually slapped away Li Yonggang’s right hand that was gripping his collar.

“Hiss—” The lackeys around them widened their eyes in disbelief!

This was blatant disrespect toward their boss! With Li Yonggang’s temperament, Bai Zhou was surely dead!

But what shocked them even more was what followed.

After knocking away Li Yonggang’s hand, Bai Zhou leisurely walked over to the sofa in the room, sat down with ease, and even picked up the whiskey prepared for Li Yonggang from the table in front of him. He casually poured himself a glass, gently swirling it in his hand.

Li Yonggang’s lackeys all wore the same expression—wide eyes and gaping mouths!

“What the …”

“Am I still dreaming?”

Some even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were in a dream.

But Bai Zhou continued to sit there, savoring the whiskey that cost tens of thousands per bottle.

“You son of a b—!” With a loud “whoosh,” Li Yonggang drew a black pistol from his waist, pointed it at Bai Zhou, and shouted: “I’m asking you! Where is Mu Qingqing?!”

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, Bai Zhou chuckled softly and replied: “I let her go.”

“What?!”

Upon hearing Bai Zhou’s words, Li Yonggang’s rage surged from his abdomen to his head. He laughed furiously.

“Hahaha …”

Turning around to look at his lackeys, Li Yonggang said through gritted teeth, laughing: “He said … he fing let her go!”

Then his tone shifted abruptly, filled with infinite rage as he pointed at Bai Zhou, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you?!”

With that, he disengaged the safety on the pistol.

The lackeys behind him looked at each other, completely confused as to why Bai Zhou had suddenly changed his demeanor.

How could he dare speak to the boss like this? Was he tired of living? They all looked at Bai Zhou as if expecting the center of his forehead to be pierced by a bullet at any moment.

However, Bai Zhou, completely unphased by the gun pointed at him, slowly set the whiskey down on the coffee table, then glanced playfully at Li Yonggang and said:

“Do you know how Mr. Li would react if he found out about this?”

“You …” Li Yonggang took a step forward, waving the pistol as if about to fire, but the shot never came.

He knew that the “Mr. Li” Bai Zhou referred to wasn’t him, but his father, Li Tai! Bai Zhou was a man sent by his father; this he knew all too well! Since his father had sent Bai Zhou, he was undoubtedly a trusted aide. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just kill him!

The lackeys behind Li Yonggang suddenly realized: “That’s right! Brother Zhou was sent by the old man!”

“But … even if Brother Zhou was sent by the old man, he shouldn’t defy the young master like this!”

Li Yonggang, gritting his teeth, growled: “So you think, just because you’re my father’s man, I won’t dare kill you?”

That was it! With those words, Bai Zhou was certain—Li Yonggang wouldn’t fire the gun! He knew Li Yonggang well; when he killed, he never hesitated.

Bai Zhou leaned back nonchalantly in the sofa and said: “Do you really think that’s what I’m talking about?”

“Hm?” This statement made Li Yonggang pause.

Bai Zhou lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, saying: “By my estimate, they should be here by now.”

They’re here? Who’s here?

Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens could be heard from outside the window.

Hiss—

The lackeys behind Li Yonggang descended into chaos.

“Did you call the cops?!” Li Yonggang pointed the gun at Bai Zhou again.

But Bai Zhou looked at Li Yonggang as if he were an idiot and said: “Do you really think I’d call the cops to arrest my boss’s son?”

The room fell silent once more.

Li Yonggang stared deeply at Bai Zhou, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as if contemplating something.

Bai Zhou spoke again: “If you don’t leave now, it’ll be too late.”

“Hmph!” With a cold snort, Li Yonggang put away his pistol.

Just as he was about to leave, he spotted the lackey sitting on the floor, clutching his ears.

Annoyed, he kicked the lackey in the face, shouting: “You still not leaving?!”

With that, he stormed out of the room, while the lackey, enduring the pain, staggered up and rushed after him.

“Phew—” After Li Yonggang and his men left, Bai Zhou let out a long sigh of relief.

He had been gambling the entire time!

That earlier calm demeanor? It was all an act!

He was betting that the power he relied on would be enough to suppress Li Yonggang! And it seemed he’d won! Of course, if he had lost, he’d probably be dead, and transmigrated again by now.