"I’ve already notified them, now answer my question." Mo Bei shouted, "Where exactly are you? What’s the situation? Hurry up and tell !"
"I’m in London, England. I couldn’t board the plane; now I’m in an old factory..." Jiao Yang took a tired breath, "You don’t need to worry..."
The phone flashed twice, then went completely dark.
At this mont, the phone actually ran out of battery!
Staring at the darkened screen, Jiao Yang was montarily stunned before shrugging and smirking self-deprecatingly.
Lifting his face, he stared at the cobwebbed ceiling above him, his mood not overly dark or tense.
At least, he had managed to get the ssage out. With Leng Zimo’s capabilities, Luo Jun would certainly be fine.
"Xiao Qian, I’m truly sorry for ruining your wedding."
In the dim and rundown factory, the man’s handso face happened to be caught in a ray of sunlight streaming through the window, his skin as translucent as jade, his features deep and clear. The sunlight cast onto the iron fra beside him, making it look from afar as if wings made of light were sprouting from him.
The man tied with leather straps to the iron bedfra, looked like an angel in distress.
...
...
On the other end of the phone.
In the luxurious living room on the top floor of the cruise ship, Mo Bei tightly gripped the phone, calling his na loudly, "Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang—"
In the phone next to her ear, there was only the brief sound of a disconnected call.
Unwilling to give up, she hung up and dialed again.
"Sorry, the user you are calling is temporarily unavailable."
...
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."
"Damn it!" Mo Bei cursed softly.
"Xiao Bei, what’s going on?" Xu Xia asked worriedly from the side.
"Jiao Yang has been kidnapped by Luo Ke in the UK!" Mo Bei quickly replied, striding towards the door.
"Xiao Bei!" Xu Xia hurried after her, grabbing her arm, "Where are you going?"
"I’m going to find him." Mo Bei shook off her arm, raised her hand, and grabbed the door handle.
"Xiao Bei." Xu Xia grabbed her again, "Stay calm..."
"I can’t stay calm!" Mo Bei turned around, her large eyes filled with concern, "If it were Leng Zirui in trouble, could you stay calm?"
Xu Xia’s fingers instantly lost strength.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mo Bei imdiately broke free from her, flung open the door, and dashed out.
Outside the door, Xiao Zhao, the guard who had just gone to gather information, happened to co running over, ready to knock on the door. Seeing Xiao Zhao appearing at the door, Mo Bei also froze montarily.
"How did it go?!" Xu Xia imdiately asked.
Xiao Zhao furrowed his brows, "Mr. Zimo has already flown to the UK. Miss Luo is not on the ship, and Mo Mo... Mo Mo was captured, Ah Jiu and the others are dealing with the opposition."
Everyone’s expressions beca increasingly conflicted; so many things happened within just a few hours.
"How is Mo Mo now?" Qin Wanwan’s soft voice broke the oppressive air in the room.
"I haven’t gone to the second floor." Xiao Zhao took a breath, "Everyone, please don’t leave the room; I’ll go help on the second floor as well."
"I’m going too!" Qin Lan rushed over, "Ruoruo, keep an eye on Wanwan."
" too." Shen Yizhou also ca running.
"Stop!" Leng Lin spoke in a deep voice, "None of you are allowed to go."
The opposition consists of professional assassins, while they were just ordinary people. Though Leng Lin was worried about Luo Jun, how could he let them take such a risk?
Voicing his concern, he had already hurried to the door, "Xiao Zhao, the two of us will go down."
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