Chapter 105 Target Person
The woman appeared to be in her thirties or forties, dressed in clothes that were incongruent with the decrepit house, as well as with the simplicity and backwardness of the small town. She wore a light blue shirt and cream-colored pants, the shirt tucked neatly into her pants, accentuating her slender waist that seemed too fragile to grasp.
However, her gaze was very sharp, clearly marking her as someone who wouldn’t be fooled easily.
Meng Xinian had not expected that Target Number Three would be here, an indication of an error in their intelligence.
Upon seeing this woman, he couldn’t help but want to kick those idiots who insisted on intervening in the operation into a ditch.
But at this point, blaming anyone was useless.
Pushing responsibility onto others was a sign of cowards and the incompetent.
There had been an error in intelligence, so they would have to improvise.
This time, they had to enter that room.
"Chu Liang? Who are you to him?" the woman asked, eyeing the round-faced young man with evident suspicion.
"I’m his cousin. Didn’t he write a letter to Hujiakou, asking the family to send some people to help?"
The wariness in the woman’s eyes did not completely dissipate as she said, "Wait here, I need to check with Chu Liang."
"Alright, big sister, but please hurry, I’ve been holding it in and can barely contain it now."
With a snap, the woman closed the door again.
The round-faced young man was anxious, he stood with his hands behind his back, making two hand gestures.
Meng Xinian, upon seeing these gestures, felt a heaviness in his heart as it seemed that this mission would not be as simple; Targets One, Two, and Three were all very suspicious and on high alert, cunning as foxes.
The gesture just now meant that Target Number Two was also inside the room!
Second Brother was a vicious and murderous man; if he noticed anything amiss, Chu Liang and the Supervisor’s Wife might be in mortal danger.
Their mission this time was not only to apprehend the target person but also to ensure the absolute safety of the hostages.
The woman entered the room and approached a man who was sitting by the courtyard.
"Someone is looking for Chu Liang, claiming to be his cousin. Second Brother, what do you think?"
The man known as Second Brother had a scar like an earthworm from his forehead to his right eyebrow. He wore a tight military-green shirt, which revealed his muscular build.
"You go ask Chu Liang."
The woman walked into a room that had only one window, with solid wood panels tightly shut, including window bolts.
The room was dimly lit, and a man in his thirties lay on the bed looking pale, even sallow, covered with a thin blanket and a faint smell of blood in the air.
The woman approached the bed and pulled out a small flashlight, waving it in front of the man’s half-open eyes.
Her voice was gentle and beguiling.
"Chu Liang, did you write to your relatives?"
Chu Liang looked confused, his eyes scattered in the weak light of the small flashlight, but he obediently answered every question asked.
"You asked relatives to come and take care of you?"
"Which relatives did you call?"
The woman’s eyes flickered and she continued to interrogate, "Just your cousin?"
"My cousin and his child bride."
"The child bride is my cousin’s, young, very young."
"Thirteen or fourteen."
Upon hearing this, the woman turned off the flashlight and smiled proudly. She snapped her fingers and walked out.
Second Brother did not lift his head, "What’s the situation?"
"Second Brother, don’t you trust my hypnosis skills? It’s challenging with soldiers, but with ordinary folks, especially one injured and feverish, it’s a piece of cake," said the woman coquettishly as she flipped her hair. "Chu Liang did indeed send for his relatives, calling for his cousin and a little child bride of about thirteen or fourteen years old."