"What exactly do you want? Just say it."
Jiang Xiaoxiao sensed something was amiss; everything Brother Yong did was interconnected, yet the motive behind each action was unclear.
That was the strangest part—could it truly be just for her?
If it was about money, it should have been mentioned in the letter. There were no demands for ransom nor any other requests—just her presence was required.
Brother Yong laughed, "It’s simple. I want your life."
As soon as he spoke, Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled.
"Do we have a grudge against each other?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao relaxed instead; it was more or less as she had expected. The purpose was clear—it was aimed directly at her.
Brother Yong also laughed. If not for their opposing stances, he had quite an admiration for this woman before him.
So young, and yet facing him—a man as ruthless as he was—without a hint of fear.
Being able to converse so calmly and steadily with him, it appeared that the woman Fang Xiaohui was wary of was indeed extraordinary.
Previously, he hadn’t paid attention to Jiang Xiaoxiao; the only reason he knew about her was because she was Song Moting’s wife.
Song Moting had caused him to lose an eye, and he remembered it vividly—the fear etched into his heart.
Now he realizes Song Moting is quite capable, having such an exceptional wife.
As the old saying goes, the jackal matches the leopard!
"Speaking of grudges, does your man blinding one of my eyes count?"
Brother Yong would never tell the truth.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stood at a distance of more than ten paces. If he rushed over, she’d turn and escape, and he wasn’t fully confident in catching her.
Brother Yong wasn’t a fool; Song Moting wasn’t someone who would sit back and do nothing.
He wouldn’t really let his wife come alone to risk danger; only a fool would do that.
"But you took my grandfather’s life."
Jiang Xiaoxiao remained unmoved, though she hadn’t expected Brother Yong’s eye had to do with Song Moting. Thıs content belongs to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Enough with the nonsense. Do you want your father’s life or not?"
Brother Yong didn’t intend to stick to that topic.
"How can you prove my father is in your hands? And how can you prove he’s still alive?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao asked.
She hadn’t seen Jiang Lao Shi.
"I know your man is surely hiding somewhere, just waiting for me to reveal where your father is, so they can swoop in and take us all."
"Do you think I’d be reckless enough to come here alone without preparation?"
As fast as lightning!
In that very moment, as Brother Yong uttered those words, he lunged forward.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was already on high alert, but there was nothing she could do.
In this life and her past life combined, she wasn’t someone agile, and when it came to physical strength, she’d definitely lose.
And she’d lose completely.
Of course, the more important reason was that Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t prepared to escape. Even if she did, Brother Yong still had her father.
It was a lose-lose situation. She was serving as bait, and only when she was in Brother Yong’s hands would he let her see her father.
Brother Yong seized Jiang Xiaoxiao, and Song Moting tightened his fist in the darkness.
That damned Brother Yong.
Brother Yong laughed heartily, "Song Moting, at this point, you’re still not showing yourself. Your wife is already in my hands. Are you a man or not? Shouldn’t you come out now? Don’t think I can’t see through your trickery; your wife deliberately got caught by me to make me hand over your father-in-law?"
Song Moting felt a chill in his heart; this man seemed a bit unhinged.
The development of this situation seemed unexpected for everyone involved. He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn’t die.
Jiang Xiaoxiao had things that would prevent her from dying.
But what exactly was Brother Yong trying to do? They couldn’t figure it out.
"Song Moting, whether you’re here or not, I’m clearly telling you, can you see what I have strapped to my waist under my clothes? These are detonators. This whole row of explosives could send me and your wife to the skies.
No matter whether you’re here or not, listen closely. Don’t make any rash moves, or your wife’s fate will be dire. I’m a wanted criminal, and my life isn’t worth much.
But with your beautiful wife and your unseen father-in-law attached, should anything happen to me, having them as company in death would satisfy me."
Brother Yong swiftly tied Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arms.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt somewhat at ease; the fact that he didn’t kill her immediately meant there was still a chance.
"Song Moting, I didn’t expect you’d be a coward. With your wife being captured right before your eyes, you can still hold back and not step forward. I admire such men, not caring that much about your wife."
A punch struck Jiang Xiaoxiao’s abdomen.
Jiang Xiaoxiao coughed out in pain.
Song Moting’s eyes were filled with a red haze.
Brother Yong must die.
"Hurts, doesn’t it? See how you’re nothing in your man’s eyes. Even now, your man hasn’t come out to save you. Tsk, tsk, I almost pity you. But don’t worry, I’ll leave you with a corpse."
Brother Yong dragged Jiang Xiaoxiao away, bumping along.
Jiang Xiaoxiao tried hard to see everything around her, but it was too dark, and here in the maze of tunnels, she had no idea where Brother Yong was leading her or where they were headed.
She was pushed to the ground, and then she noticed the lights came on.
Somehow, they were in an abandoned chemical factory.
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s mind raced; she knew the surrounding terrain well. The maps of the area around the tunnels had been studied thoroughly by Song Moting and the others.
There was no mention nearby of an abandoned chemical factory.
At least, it wasn’t marked on the map, meaning this factory appeared after the maps were made.
That’s why it wasn’t marked on them.
Scanning her surroundings, she immediately noticed Jiang Lao Shi bound tightly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed over, but bound tightly herself she couldn’t lift Jiang Lao Shi, though fortunately her mouth wasn’t gagged.
Jiang Lao Shi had no idea how long he’d been here; he only knew the man threw him here.
After smoking a cigarette, he disappeared silently, and Jiang Lao Shi lay on the ground, dazed, not knowing what this man was planning.
After an indeterminate amount of time, suddenly he heard movement, footsteps.
These weren’t the sounds of one person, this chaotic noise meant others appeared, and he was guessing what this man was going to do.
Then he heard the familiar voice of his daughter.
Jiang Lao Shi panicked, frantically struggling, trying to break free, desperately wanting to tell his daughter to run.
But unfortunately, he could not.