Gan Yuan lay on the pillow, heaving a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate she had received that phone call, otherwise, if it had continued, she really didn’t know how much longer she could have held on...
Turning her head, she watched her son Gan Tang sleeping peacefully by her side, her gaze lingering on his little face.
"Xiaotang, what should mommy do?"
The little guy naturally wouldn’t answer, just breathed slowly, his lips curling up into a smile, no one knowing what pleasant dreams he was having.
The night was dark as ink, the headlights illuminating the wild grass on the ground.
On the field, a man was kneeling, several tall bodyguards in black stood with their hands behind their backs beside him, and in front of the man stood Will.
"I... I really don’t know..." said the man, lifting a face marred with scars, begging for mercy, "Big brother, I really don’t know anything, what are you talking about..."
This man, very sharp-witted, was none other than Zhang Xiaoqi, whom the kidnapper had mentioned before.
However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaoqi had lost all the arrogance he usually displayed.
From a distance, a vehicle approached, Will turned to look at the approaching lights and hurried to greet it.
Shortly after, the car stopped on the roadside, and Zhang Xiaoqi, lifting his face, recognized from the understated luxury of the car that the person who arrived was not an ordinary one.
Realizing he had offended someone he shouldn’t have, a look of fear finally appeared in Zhang Xiaoqi’s eyes.
Crawling on his knees, he lifted a pitiable face.
"Sir... I... I really don’t know what happened, I..."
The car window slid down, and Huangfu Jue, turning his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoqi kneeling on the ground.
"What’s the situation?"
His question was not directed to Zhang Xiaoqi but to Will.
"He won’t say anything," Will said.
"Right hand," Huangfu Jue instructed indifferently.
"Yes," Will raised his right hand, waving it slightly.
Two bodyguards immediately charged over, seizing Zhang Xiaoqi, dragging him onto the field, two of them held him down, while another pulled open his right hand as a fourth drew out a knife.
Turning his face and seeing the knife descending towards his wrist, Zhang Xiaoqi’s face instantly turned pale.
Previously he was only beaten by the people, and he had thought he could get by after a beating.
But now, it seemed that the other party was serious.
"Don’t!" he yelled out just before the knife could fall, "I’ll talk... I’ll talk! It was a foreigner, a regular at the nightclub. He said someone crossed him and he wanted... wanted someone to fix it for him... So I introduced him to someone. That’s all I know, I swear."
Hearing this, Will quickly pulled up Ambassador Rod’s photo on his phone and held it in front of Zhang Xiaoqi.
Zhang Xiaoqi glanced at the photo and shook his head.
"Not him, oh right, I remember he said he was from F Country’s embassy... His name was Jack... Jack!"
Will worked his phone and shortly after brought up another photo, holding it before Zhang Xiaoqi.
Zhang Xiaoqi took another look, "Right... that’s him."
Will stood up and returned to the side of the car.
"It’s Rod’s assistant, Jack!"
Huangfu Jue inhaled deeply.
The driver rolled up the window and started the car to leave, the bodyguards’ gazes fell on Will.
"Sir, what do we do now?"
Will turned his face, looking at Zhang Xiaoqi kneeling on the ground.
"Only the dead can’t talk."
"No... don’t... I promise I won’t talk, I won’t say a word..."
Zhang Xiaoqi pleaded desperately, but before he could finish, he was seized by the two bodyguards and dragged away from Will’s presence.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, good morning~!~