After sending the message, Ying Hao sat in his car and waited, but seeing no response for a very long time, he started the vehicle and began his journey.
What he didn’t know was that on the highway to Honghai, there was a black Bentley sedan speeding along. When the driver heard the vibration from the cell phone, he picked it up and looked at it, and in an instant, the car screeched to a halt!
Almost causing the car behind to crash into it!
"What’s wrong with your driving? Do you have a death wish?" The driver of the car that nearly collided with the Bentley immediately started cursing at it.
However, the person inside the Bentley seemed to ignore everything and just sat there as if his soul had left his body.
Three o’clock? A grand gift?
He looked at the endless highway ahead, and after a long while, he picked up his phone and dialed a number...
"Find me an IP address!"
"Third Young Master, you said..."
"’High Heels in the Dark,’ it’s a Weibo account. Find out her last login address and send it to me."
"Yes, Third Young Master!"
After hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone agreed and quickly hung up.
Then, the man here clenched his pale fingers after putting down the phone and finally restarted the car, driving toward Honghai at the fastest speed...
There were two hours left from now.
In two hours, alright, dead woman, you listen to me, if you don’t want to be properly dealt with, just stand still and don’t move. Otherwise, I will definitely not let you go!
With a howl, the car shot out like an arrow released from its bow!
Meanwhile, in a secluded alley in Honghai, a young woman wearing a black coat and a coffee-colored knitted hat was making her way quickly through the streets.
His guess was correct, she was right here!
Except, she was about to leave now. The bait she laid out had hooked the fish; it was time to move to a place where she could light a fire and cook. She swore that this time she would stew that fish until there was nothing left.
Walking through the alleyways, in a city battered by sea winds, all she could hear were the strange howling sounds, like a monster finally emerging from its icy prison.
It grabbed at her coat, tossed her short hair around, and made her delicate, pale face even more pallid.
"Have mercy, miss, have mercy. I haven’t eaten all day."
As she walked, a pleading voice suddenly came from beside her feet.
She looked down and saw next to her, in the cold wind, a raggedly dressed mother and son were begging in the corner.
The young woman didn’t need a description; she recognized at first glance that she was a professional beggar. But the pitiful child, not yet two years old, was shivering in a small cardboard box with his eyes closed, his little face pale.
To bring such a small child out for money?
She paused, and for a moment, wanted to kill the woman, but after watching the crowds of people constantly passing by, she calmed herself down. Then, she took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and threw it into the woman’s bowl.
"Remember, this is the first time. If I catch you with him out here again, you will never see him again!"