"Ling Chen, who sent this letter?"
Nanrong Wanqing leaned in close to Ling Chen, eyeing the letter in his hand. However, before she could make out the contents of the letter, Ling Chen had already folded it up and slipped it into his pocket, saying, "I have sothing to take care of, I’ll step out for a bit." Without waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to ask any more questions, Ling Chen quickly exited the villa.
But after a few steps, Ling Chen seed to rember sothing and turned back to his bedroom. When he ca out again, he had sothing wrapped in clothes in his hand.
Leaving the Nanrong Family ho, Ling Chen got into his car and took out the letter from his pocket again. Looking at the contents, Ling Chen’s face remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed a cold and sinister glint, like a blood-thirsty beast ready to tear the throat of its prey at any mont.
Then, he took out his cell phone and repeatedly dialed a number. However, the phone kept indicating that the recipient was unreachable.
A few minutes later, Ling Chen put away his phone, started the car, and drove out of Wealthy Manor.
After a drive of more than fifty minutes, Ling Chen arrived at the outskirts of the South District of East Sea City, near the rural areas. This place was an industrial park, dotted with over ten factories, among which were so old and abandoned buildings and warehouses.
Ling Chen drove up to a dilapidated factory building, looked at the rusty iron gate, and honked the car horn.
Soon after, two n in suits ca out from a nearby guard room. After glancing at Ling Chen in the driver’s seat, the two n quickly approached, circled the car to make sure there was no one else inside, and then opened the iron gate to let Ling Chen in.
Reaching the entrance of the factory building, Ling Chen opened the car door and stepped out, only to be imdiately surrounded by several n in suits. They gestured for him to spread his arms and took everything out of his pockets—his cell phone and wallet—then scanned him a few tis with a device to make sure he wasn’t carrying any weapons.
"Go inside," one of the n in suits threw the phone and wallet back to Ling Chen and pointed toward the factory’s main entrance.
Without a word, Ling Chen gathered his belongings and stepped inside.
Once in the factory, the large door behind him was imdiately locked by the people outside. Ling Chen frowned and looked around. The spacious, dilapidated factory was filled with various debris and discarded machinery. The floor was covered in thick dust, and most of the window glass above had shattered, allowing unobstructed sunlight to stream in from above.
In the center of the factory, there was a table with a cara on it, pointed in the direction of the entrance.
Ling Chen walked over to the cara and said coldly, "I don’t care what tricks you want to play, hand over the person now."
"Ling Chen, you really are gullible. I gave you a random excuse and you actually believed it." A hoarse voice mixed with electronic tones ca from the cara’s speaker, carrying a hint of a sneer.
Hearing that unfamiliar yet sowhat familiar voice, Ling Chen’s mind raced, searching through his mories for the owner of the voice. However, none of the enemies he knew matched this voice. Still, he was certain that this person definitely ca from the God Organization.
"If she’s not in your hands, why can’t I contact her?" Ling Chen asked.
"Ling Chen, it seems you don’t really care about the people around you. Didn’t you know Miss Su went on an internship to the mountains? She’s in a remote area deep in the forest with no signal; of course, you can’t reach her."
Relieved to hear that Su Lin was safe, Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief. The letter he had received earlier claid that Su Lin had fallen into their hands, and if he didn’t arrive within an hour, he would have to collect her corpse.
When he left the Nanrong Family ho, he had called Su Lin several tis, but no one had answered. Plus, since the other party gave him only one hour, he didn’t have ti to investigate thoroughly, so he had to rush over to the eting. True or false, he had to confirm Su Lin’s safety.
"What elaborate sche did you concoct to lure here? Is this about seeking revenge for the island incident?"
"Hmph! Do you have any idea how much effort we put into that base? Because of you, more than ten years of our hard work went down the drain."
"Evil deeds will bring retribution; you’ve brought this upon yourselves."
"Cut the crap, today you’re not leaving here alive."
As those words fell, Ling Chen heard footsteps from outside the factory gradually receding, as if the suited n guarding the door were running away.
Not coming in to deal with him, but running away instead... Could it be...
Ling Chen’s pupils shrank as he quickly realized what was happening. He hurriedly dashed towards the tightly locked main door and delivered a powerful flying kick.
Bang!
The robust iron door was imdiately dented by the kick.
At that mont, flas suddenly burst out from a pile of debris in the factory, rapidly spreading around. As the fire drew closer to him, Ling Chen channeled his Inner Strength and furiously kicked at the iron door.
But despite his strength, Ling Chen couldn’t break through. At this rate, before the iron door gave way, he might already be consud by the flas.
Realizing this, Ling Chen imdiately discarded the idea of escaping through the main door and began looking for other ways out.
The factory was surrounded by walls, and the only exits were through the high windows above—far too high to climb—and the iron gate he had co through.
His gaze shifting, Ling Chen’s attention was suddenly captured by an old machine inside the factory. He couldn’t tell what the machine was used for; it was spherical in the middle as if it processed sothing.
Without delay, Ling Chen rushed to the machine and, with all his strength, forced open the rusted seal. As expected, there was a sealed space inside—cramped but just enough to accommodate an adult.
Imdiately, Ling Chen crawled into the opening, sealed the entire space, and kept the flas at bay.
At the sa ti, he took out his cellphone and dialed the fire departnt number urgently.
After the machine’s space was sealed, the air was limited, and he could last only a few minutes at most. Furthermore, with the engulfing fire, the machine’s outer shell was getting hotter and hotter; if he didn’t escape quickly, he would inevitably be cooked alive.
Three minutes passed, and the temperature inside the machine soared rapidly. Ling Chen was drenched in sweat as if he had been caught in heavy rain. Moreover, the machine’s inner walls were hot like burning iron; Ling Chen didn’t dare touch them and curled up as much as possible to avoid getting burned.
Just then, a wailing ’woo woo woo woo’ sound faintly ca from outside the machine.
Gasping for air and nearly suffocating, Ling Chen was overjoyed. Rescue had finally arrived.
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