C97 (1/2)
”Mr. Zhan, if any police come and harass us, I'll immediately silence your precious son!”
When the call connected, before the leader of the kidnappers had even asked his father to say anything, he directly spilled the warning to prevent himself from being pursued by the police. His fingertips lightly touched the rusted steel pipe at the side, subconsciously tapping it. The smile faded from his face, leaving behind an indifferent expression.
The battle father's heart tightened and his face paled because of the other party's words. His brows once again furrowed. His face was full of reluctance. Due to the safety of Zhan Ziye, he had no choice but to ask: ”Okay, what do you want?”
His voice was calm and cold, without the slightest hint of nervousness. Instead, the big hand holding the phone trembled slightly. Ye Zichen's mind echoed with the number of the taxi. He subconsciously picked up a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper.
”I can easily be satisfied with one billion. I want you to deliver it to the warehouse yourself. You are not allowed to bring anyone here! ”
The bandit leader whistled, leaning lazily against a nearby pillar. The first half of the sentence was said in a nonchalant manner, while the second half was filled with a serious warning, just like how Battle-Father would not let Zhan Ziye go if he brought someone else over.
”Alright!” The Battle Father was provoked by the aggressive tone, but he could not get angry at the person on the phone. He clenched his teeth and punched the soft sofa. His aura was still as calm as before, and he seemed to be giving his assent.
After the two hung up the phone, their battle father immediately recorded down the address and laid it out flat on the table. He looked at the policeman sitting opposite him with a cold expression. Even though he had seen a lot of people, he knew that robbers were not the type to keep one's word, so he had to think about what to do.
”You guys follow me in the dark, don't let anyone find out where you are. I'll go see them with money alone.” After thinking for a while, when the police were about to speak, War Father told the people around him to step back and slowly say what he was thinking.
His heart was filled with anxiety, but he was forced to calm down because he could not be in a mess. Inwardly, he was blaming Zhan Ziye for running around and causing trouble, but he did not dare to neglect the matter of finding traces of Zhan Ziye.
”Yes sir!” The policemen looked at each other and all agreed that this method was feasible. His mind was replaying his experiences of robbers capturing people in the past, using it as a form of experience to draw attention to themselves.
After receiving their agreement, the Battle Father immediately went to the study room and arranged for his assistant to give him money from the bank. He then took out 1 billion yuan and put it in a box. Looking at the photo of Zhan Ziye on the desk, he sighed to himself. His fingertip unconsciously trembled Zhan Ziye's face, revealing a trace of worry in his eyes.
Not long later, the items were ready. The assistant brought the money in front of War Father. Before he even opened his mouth, he had already waved his hand and ordered his men to retreat. Standing in front of the desk, he took off his suit jacket from a shelf and put it on very naturally. Carrying the suitcase, he walked out of the house.
Father War sat alone in the main driver's seat, heading for the place the robbers had told him to go. There was a policeman hidden in the trunk of the car, but no one knew it.
In the old warehouse, Zhan Ziye slowly opened his eyes after everyone had left. He looked at Du Liqing, who was standing in front of him. His heart was filled with doubt. He couldn't help but ask, ”Why did you come here?”