The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities
Chapter 84: The Retribution of the Nan Family

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Retribution of the Nan Family

By this minute, Song Yingqing, no matter how foolish, had realized something was amiss.

After sending the message out, she immediately sent another to the number Nan Yu had left her, to the policeman named Yan Ren.

Having done so, she continued to hide in the shadows, watching the old factory closely.

The derelict factory was pitch-black, completely silent, like a ghost town brimming with deathly stillness.

Nan Yu clambered over a wall into the factory, the bright moonlight barely allowing her to make out the collapsed buildings inside, the ground overgrown with weeds, and the vast emptiness.

Occasionally, she could also smell the scent of machine oil in the air.

The last time she had been here was ten years ago.

That year, this factory was known for machining mechanical parts and had some fame in City A, earning the Wen family a lot of money.

After an accident was discovered, the factory was shut down.

Suddenly, Nan Yu saw a faint light flicker on the second floor of the pitch-black factory ahead.

She quickly grabbed a brick at hand and, with agile movements, approached that spot.

She had just reached the first floor when she heard heavy banging noises coming from the direction of the main entrance behind her.

The next second, the light that had been on the second floor went out instantly.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps from above.

They were running downstairs!

Realizing this, Nan Yu tucked her body into a hiding spot and fixed her gaze on the staircase.

Thud!

Thud, thud!

The footsteps grew nearer.

A shadow emerged from the stairwell.

Nan Yu, calm and composed, pounced with the speed of a sprinter the moment the figure’s head appeared.

Smack!

A karate chop landed on the person’s neck.

The next second, they collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Nan Yu, with the help of the moonlight, recognized the face.

It was Chang Sumeng!

Nan Yu murmured softly, "You were not easy to find."

The earlier heavy banging noise suddenly ceased.

Nan Yu’s expression tensed, glancing towards the direction of the main entrance, "Someone is coming."

She quickly picked up Chang Sumeng and returned to the second floor.

All the rooms were locked; they couldn’t be opened, but the room where Chang Sumeng had been hidden was the only one with an open door.

Without hesitation, she ducked inside it.

Once in, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes—this employee dormitory showed signs of long-term habitation.

Considering the people arriving below, she quickly subdued her emotions, stood by the window, and carefully watched the entrance.

It wasn’t long before the others showed up.

Two people, one trailing the other, made a beeline for the employee dormitory building.

Nan Yu glanced at Chang Sumeng lying on the floor, then at the small room with nowhere to hide.

Without hesitation, she stepped onto the balcony and jumped to the adjacent one, crouching down to listen carefully to the activity next door.

Soon, Jiang Feishun’s voice came through.

"Thankfully you’ve helped, enabling me and Chang Sumeng to hide here, elusive to everyone. But when will you help us leave City A?"

At the same time, the light from a flashlight came on.

On the balcony, Nan Yu could catch glimpses of the light.

A strange female voice, cold and distant, came through next.

"No rush. This old factory suffered a major fire ten years ago, and since then, it’s been said to be haunted—no one dares to come near. You’re absolutely safe here; no one will find you."

Jiang Feishun had heard about this incident, "I know it was a big deal that year, with heavy casualties. But somehow, Nan Luzhi managed to suppress it, just shutting down the factory without further repercussions."

The woman grunted in acknowledgment, her voice barely revealing any emotional fluctuations.

After a two-minute pause, Jiang Feishun spoke again, "I’m lucky you helped me, or this endeavor wouldn’t have gone smoothly."

The woman’s voice grew colder, containing a trace of barely detectable hatred.

"I’m not helping you. This is the Nan Family’s deserved retribution. Nan Luzhi’s own daughter should atone for his sins and die in prison."