"Then let’s go dig up so lotus roots first. Once we’re done, we’ll share so with you. They’re hogrown and very tender, great to eat. We usually sell them for five or six bucks a pound! Take so ho to make soup for your wife and kids!"
"If you’re going, hurry up! Dig them up and leave!" one of them said. "No dawdling!"
"Okay, okay!" They bowed with gratitude, "Here, take this pack of cigarettes, it’s all yours." They hobbled forward, still bowing.
The subordinates glanced back, recognizing them as real farrs — years of heavy carrying had truly bent their backs.
At this mont.
Inside Ian Shelby’s villa.
Justin Kingston and Anton Miller stared at the little red dot on the tablet that had been still for a full three minutes, and finally, it moved!
They both exhaled in relief.
Yes, these were Justin Kingston’s people, using this thod to infiltrate.
"Since the money is ready and your people are inside, shouldn’t we ask him for the address now?" Anton Miller could no longer sit still, the anger in his eyes growing fiercer, eager to rip Elias Colton apart personally!
Justin Kingston turned his gaze, his expression relatively calm, "You need to consider the bigger picture, it’s not life for a life, both need to stay alive."
Anton Miller was frustrated, uninterested in reasoning, "We’re alive here, but what about Mia?! Do you really love her? How can you be so calm if you love her?!"
"I love her, but I don’t want you to die." That was Justin Kingston’s answer.
"..." Anton Miller t his gaze and saw the complexity in his eyes.
"First, connect a video call to him and tell him the money is ready," Justin Kingston said in a low voice. "I also need to know how Mia is doing now."
In truth, Anton Miller wanted to know too.
So, he dialed Elias Colton’s video call on WeChat.
The sudden ringing interrupted Elias Colton’s nearly victorious ga on the second floor of the abandoned factory.
He furrowed his brows in frustration, raising his eyes irritably to et Mia Lane’s gaze.
Her heart was indeed in turmoil, knowing that if Justin Kingston and Anton Miller arrived, this madman might really take everyone down with him; he just talked a big ga.
She couldn’t afford not to be on guard.
Elias Colton didn’t answer the video call but gave a quick glance to one of his n.
Mia Lane’s hands were swiftly seized and tied behind her back, the speed so fast and the force so strong that she couldn’t break free.
"Gentler!" she felt as if her skin would peel off, "It really hurts."
"Gentler," Elias Colton said softly.
Once she was bound, one of the n reached out and ssed up her hair, leaving Mia Lane unable to dodge and feeling intensely aversive.
But her hair quickly beca disheveled, as if she had been slapped dozens of tis, and her hair was disarrayed as if pulled apart.
Back in Ian Shelby’s villa.
"He didn’t pick up." Anton Miller’s heart began to tremble subtly, "Why didn’t he pick up?"
Justin Kingston’s eyes inexplicably flared with anger, Elias Colton was very despicable, and his heart was tightly gripped.
"What now? We’re very passive," Anton Miller asked. "Without an address from him, we can’t go there blindly."
Yes, he was still fairly calm; without obtaining the address, they couldn’t rush blindly.
Justin Kingston contemplated, "His target is you, not Mia."
"So he has no reason not to pick up," Anton Miller couldn’t understand.
At that mont, the video call ca back, Elias Colton’s na appeared on the screen, along with that arrogant selfie profile.
Anton Miller hurriedly answered the call!
Mia Lane’s ’embarrassed’ appearance ca into view—
Her hands were tied behind her back, restrained on either side by two n, her hair a disheveled ss, her clothes in disarray, blood streaks on her face, blood stains on her clothes, and a large towel stuffed in her mouth.
"Mia!"
The scene was like a knife to Justin Kingston’s heart, his brows filled with nace, his eyes cold and murderous!
Anton Miller was filled with regret; lips trembling, he couldn’t speak — he never should have crossed Elias Colton.
Seeing the brothers through the video, Mia Lane shook her head vigorously, "Mmm Mmm..." as tears of urgency stread down her face!
There were a hundred, a thousand hopes that they wouldn’t co!
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