On the way back to the Mu residence, in a fit of pique, Yichen’s mouth remained firmly shut. He said nothing about the incident today as well.
His father repeatedly attempted to hug him, but he buttoned his lips and shied away from his touch.
Mu Yazhe tried everything to coax an answer from him, yet the little lad was not buying any of it. He could neither be persuaded by reason nor be cowed by force.
He truly had no way to go about this.
If his son remained unforthcoming, he would have to investigate this himself.
In fact, Youyou and Yichen was in a mutual agreement to keep mum about today’s incident. The former emphasized to the latter the need for secrecy on this matter, even to their father.
Yichen wholly listened to him and kept everything strictly confidential.
Even if the man had this matter investigated, he should at least consider the person holding ownership over Fairy Tale Valley, should he not?
More importantly, would Youyou even give him any leeway to do so?
He must be clear on this first before making his next move.
Still, these were stories for another day.
By the time the father-son pair reached home, a group of private doctors were already waiting for them at the doorstep.
The doctors quickly went up to the two once he carried his son out of the car and into the house.
Mu Wanrou and Mu Sheng happened to be back as well. Learning that Yichen had gotten hurt, the old man’s face drained of color, and he inquired about his grandson’s wellbeing. However, Yichen, who was feeling dispirited, could not bother to state anything except him being tired. He was attended to by the doctors back in his room before they attached him to an IV drip as he took a rest.
Mu Wanrou also tried inquiring after the matter, but it was unfortunate that Mu Yazhe simply went straight to his study room and busied himself with the company projects, remaining behind closed doors.
Learning from the maids that the man had taken Yichen to the theme park, she felt a little suffocated.
She stealthily headed to the rear garden in the dead of the night and made a call.
A man’s defeated voice was heard over the phone. “Miss Mu, I’m sorry. The mission failed.”
“WHAT?!” She received this piece of shocking news the moment the call went through. She gritted her teeth in rage but quickly simmered down. “Where is he?”
“…” The line went quiet for a few seconds.
She said with some irk, “D*mn it! What a useless bunch! Can’t you guys even handle a six-year-old?”
“We are sorry to disappoint you!”
“Why are you calling me instead? Where is he?”
She questioned him indifferently.
There was yet another long pause before the person on the other end admitted, “He got caught.”
“WHAT?!” she screeched in horror. This fear quickly crawled into her heart.
On the city outskirts in a secluded underground warehouse.
Li Hanlin unlocked the chains and guided Yun Tianyou into the building. They could vaguely hear a hoarse voice screaming from within.
“Ahhhh!”
Inside the warehouse, a man was locked to a column with his hands tied behind him using a chain. Lying about in the rags, the man’s body displayed evidence of suffering severe whippings, and he convulsed without a pause from the immense pain he was feeling.
His body was already covered with wounds while his face was colored by splotches of blood.
For a moment, the boy could not make out the man’s features. He barely identified those bulging eyes, which were now filled with despair, as the killer’s! A man in a suit raised the whip in his hand and continuously struck the captive’s body with it. The pain nearly crippled the man to his death; he was no longer capable of coherent speech, much less an unbroken groan.
A row of men in black suits lined up orderly at the side of the warehouse. Everyone stood solemnly with emotionless faces, and below their feet were hideous streams of red, formed from the drops of the man’s blood.