Song Yi squats there, her fox-like eyes calm and unruffled, staring at the man with the surna Wen.
They say his na is Wen Heshang.
Wen Heshang is full of panic, swallows hard, doesn’t speak, trembling all over, not knowing whether he dares not speak or has been frightened into silence.
In the business world, those in high positions play gas of deception and ntal tactics, where a single misstep can lead to imprisonnt, ruining a lifeti of prospects and reputation.
But now, the ga is real guns and bullets, the real storm and bloodshed, one wrong word and you could be gone imdiately.
In Wen Xianghe’s ear, he hears Jiang Yan negotiating, his words firm, not allowing any rebuttal.
If the so-called younger brother is not released, he will indeed have to die.
He doesn’t want to die, not at all.
Song Yi licks her lips, she doesn’t move, just quietly stares at Wen Xianghe, her eyes cold and bewildering, devoid of any emotional color.
She thinks... she thinks...
Maybe this man should just die like this.
Who made him treat Tang Si poorly.
Who made him think Wen Mu as a son is more deserving of her than Tang Si as a son.
This man with the surna Wen must have been unkind to Tang Si from childhood, otherwise, Tang Si wouldn’t be so indifferent to his father.
Tang Si’s mother is also no good, nothing decent either.
Song Yi tilts her head and glances at Tang Si, the man over there is calm and composed, with no change in expression, unruffled.
Very serene, with a stability and restraint that remains unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him.
Song Yi slowly lowers her gaze, tightening the gun left by him earlier, no longer looking at the stage.
Forget it.
Everyone has their fate.
Whether he dies or lives, it has nothing to do with her.
She didn’t even think she would, for a mont, have such malicious and ruthless thoughts for soone.
Like a villain.
Now she should obey, as agreed, not to let her police brother worry that his precious one will be in trouble.
"Five minutes left." Jiang Yan checks the watch.
At this mont, Wen Heshang is already being pressed to the ground by two n in black, Jiang Yan sits on the desk, one leg on the ground, the other bent and resting on the desk.
With his elbow on his knee, he toys with the gun in his hand, looking at Wen Heshang with disdain and coldness, the gaze treating life as worthless.
At this mont, he is the master here, seemingly no one dares to shake his status, a darkness enveloping everyone present.
Everyone fears this man from the bottom of their hearts.
"Don’t act rashly, your brother Jiang Qin is already on the way," the police replied.
At this mont, only Jiang Yan and the police are speaking here, no one dares to make a sound, afraid to make any noise lest they beco the one to die.
Tang Si is just below the stage at an angle, Jiang Yan cannot see him.
When Wen Heshang, kneeling at this angle, looks over, he happens to see him.
Coincidentally, Tang Si’s gaze falls on him, indifferent, clean, calm, without affection, without emotion.
Wen Heshang notices Tang Si’s fingertips tapping by his ear.
His eyes look at Tang Si, continuously sending signals for help and a desire to survive.
He knows Tang Si is a policeman, knows Tang Si is the captain of the criminal police team.
More so, understands that at this mont Tang Si is communicating with the police outside.
He is inexplicably moved by Tang Si’s indifferent and calm gaze, feeling a sigh.
He clearly understands he treated this son poorly, could even say cruelly, brutally.
So much so, now he feels Tang Si wouldn’t save him.
He never imagined that one day, this son would beco his lifeline.
Would beco the lifeline pulling him out of the abyss...
Yet, he cannot say anything to him, cannot beg him, cannot apologize.
Thinking over and over, he trembles and stamrs, "I, I have sothing to say..."
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