just lie on the messy bed.After changing the sheets, Fu Mo Han returned to the bathroom and soaked in the water together with the soft-fragrance woman in his arms, which once again ignited him.Fu Mo...Leave the interrogation room.

The Night Owl sent someone to arrange the car that the portly man had requested. He, meanwhile, leaned against the wall, his stern countenance gazing far into the distance.

My mind is full of Lin Jinran and the words of that plump man. Anger builds up in my chest, unable to be released.

At that moment, a timid voice rang out from behind him, "Thank you."

Yexiao didn't bother to look back, he just kept walking forward. Behind him, hurried footsteps and the girl's voice followed, "Ye Shao, Ye Shao, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you..."

"Bang." The sound of impact and the girl's pained whimper didn't affect Night Owl's stride in the slightest, her voice quickly forgotten as he pressed on.

The bodyguard had arranged the vehicles as instructed. Gu Liechen walked over with two cans of coffee in one hand, raised his hand to offer them to Ye Xiao, and expressed his concern, "His men don't know about Lin Jinyan, he might be deceiving you."

"I know." Yexiao took the coffee can, his long fingers unhooked the pull tab, and raised it to his lips, taking a large gulp.

Gu Liechen also raised his hand for a drink, and soon heard Ye Xiao's low and firm voice, "I can't give up any hope."

Gu Liechen understood and no longer said much. He raised his head and drank the coffee in one gulp, then casually threw the empty can into the trash beside him.

He patted Ye Xiao's broad shoulders and reminded him once more, "Be careful. The item is placed on the edge of the seat, within easy reach."

"Good." Ye Xiao responded calmly, naturally understanding Gu Liechen's worries and what he had prepared.

But no matter what, he had to pry Lin Jinran's whereabouts out of the man's mouth. Whether true or false, he had to try!

A stout man was brought out, his hands and feet bound by bodyguards, and stuffed into the arranged co-pilot seat.

He glared fiercely at the bodyguard who pushed him, relying on the fact that he couldn't die, and shouted loudly, "Let me go! It's uncomfortable sitting tied up in the car!"

The night owl strode to the car door, his cold black eyes fixed on the fat man who was peeking out from the passenger seat. He said cruelly, "If you want to let go, break your wrists first!"

The stout man with his hands bound froze, let out a heavy grunt, and retreated back into the shadows.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned against the seat, appearing calm but inwardly calculating how to escape this place once they were gone. He was thinking about how to kill Night Owl and make a run for it despite being tied up.

Ye Xiao took steps towards the driver's seat, and his bodyguard worriedly stopped him, saying, "Young Master Ye, let me send him away."

"No." Ye Xiao's expression was cold as he refused, bending down to get into the car and closing the door with his hand.

The portly man gave his address and, with a look of supreme contentment, leaned back in the chair, eyes closed in repose. He seemed to regard the night owl as his personal chauffeur.

The night owl skillfully started the car and slowly drove towards the main gate. The two-meter-high iron gate had already been opened by the bodyguard, and it closed again as soon as the car drove out.

With speed increased, the night owl sped down the rural road, racing towards its target: a portly man.

Inside the carriage, silence was so profound that a pin could be heard dropping. The night owl, fully focused on the road ahead, drove with unwavering concentration. On the passenger seat, a portly man sat slumped over, his eyes closed and his lips sealed tight.

If you didn't see his bound hands and feet, you'd really think he was the big boss!

Unbeknownst to them, the portly man feigning sleep had already stealthily opened his eyes. His small eyes were fixed on the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, confirming his current location and waiting for the optimal moment, preparing to strike when the time was right.chen, there was a printed picture in the documents he hadn't had time to put away. It was a butterfly with eyes on its wings. 。"What's wrong" Lin Jinran's voice, soft with confusion, gently echoed in...