Chapter 381: Exchanging Stars for Hostages

The phone number displayed was an unknown encrypted number, and the voice on the other end was clearly through a voice changer, sounding uncomfortably mechanical and cold.

"Mo Qingyao is in our hands. I have a deal to discuss with you."

Mo Xiuyuan looked at Mo Qingsi expressionlessly and gestured to him, indicating that he should call Mo Qingyao.

Mo Qingsi also became serious when he saw his father's expression. He immediately took out his cell phone and called Mo Qingyao.

The phone rang twice, and someone answered it, but it was still the same mechanical tone.

"Mr. Mo is indeed very cautious. He even knew to confirm it. Are you sure now?"

Mo Xiuyuan's face turned completely cold.

He moved his fingers, signaling Mo Qingsi to hang up the phone, and then spoke coldly into his own phone:

"What is your status there?"

The mechanical voice on the other end could not tell the emotion: "We are members of a great and holy church."

Mo Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes: "I understand." This statement is very classic, obviously it is an extreme terrorist group.

"But I hope you can also understand who you kidnapped. He is the consul of the Chinese Embassy in St. As. His status is very special. It is related to the political cooperation between the two countries and the establishment of diplomatic relations and trade.

"If something happens to him, both San Yas and China will directly escalate the matter into an international issue. Your organization will no longer be challenging and threatening one person or one group, but two countries.

"I don't think your church is capable of resisting the armed forces of two countries."

Mo Xiuyuan negotiated calmly.

The mechanical voice on the other end did not hesitate and replied, "We have to thank him for being the consul of the St. Assyrian Embassy, ​​otherwise we would not have been able to kidnap him so easily.

"We lost a lot of brothers to get him. If he was in China, we probably wouldn't have succeeded.

"And we don't want to hurt Mr. Mo Qingyao. We said it at the beginning. We just want to make a deal with you, sir."

Mo Xiuyuan's voice sounded very calm: "What deal?"

The person on the other end of the phone: "We can send Mr. Mo Qingyao back to China safely, but you have to hand over someone. That kid who is currently in Beijing, China, Xingxing."

In an instant, everyone at the table changed their expressions.

Shi Mo stood up suddenly, and the chair made a sharp friction sound on the ground.

His expression became as dangerous as a venomous snake, and his voice was icy cold: "What did he say?"

His question was not a doubt but a dangerous rhetorical question.

Everyone heard what was said on the other end of the phone.

Xingxing's eyes widened at this moment, and her little hands clenched into fists uncontrollably. Uncle Mo Qingyao's gentle and doting look appeared in her mind.

Because of her, Uncle Mo Qingyao was kidnapped by those bad guys!

Will he suffer? Will he be afraid?

As long as the stars pass by, Uncle Mo Qingyao will be released...

This information flashed through his little head quickly.

Xingxing wanted to say something but held back.

She looked up at Master Mo.

At this moment, Mo Xiuyuan pinched his eyebrows hard.

Even for those who have experienced many ups and downs, it is still difficult to remain absolutely calm when facing a situation where their own child is in danger of death.

But he absolutely could not agree to the demands made by these terrorists.

"No way." He refused without hesitation. "Whether it is out of humanitarianism or for the protection of children, we can't let a child under the age of four be used as a bargaining chip for hostage exchange."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated Mo Xiuyuan's reaction:

"But using a child who has not yet brought any social benefits to exchange for an extremely important diplomatic talent is a very calculated thing, isn't it?

"Besides, even if we exchange them, we won't do anything to the child. She is not an ordinary child. She will bring bad luck to you..."

Before the voice on the other end finished speaking, a hoarse voice rang out fiercely: "Nonsense! Liar! Stars don't bring bad luck. She is the best lucky star in the world!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Mo Heng.

No one expected that Mo Heng, who always remained silent and refused to communicate, would speak such a long sentence so excitedly.

Mo Heng was so angry that his face turned red, his small body trembled slightly, and his right hand held Xingxing's hand tightly, which made Xingxing feel a little painful.

But Xingxing couldn't care less about these things at the moment. She stared at Mo Xiuyuan's expression closely, and a thought suddenly came to her mind.

"It's okay, Grandpa. Let Xingxing go. Uncle Mo Qingyao won't be in any trouble..."

Before she could finish her words, Mo Xiuyuan sternly stopped her: "Impossible! Xingxing, don't say such things again."

Mo Xiuyuan rarely spoke to the younger generation in this tone, especially to Xingxing, who was like a little angel. It seemed that he was really angry.

Xingxing shrank her head and her eyes turned red.

But she didn't blame Master Mo, she only blamed herself for being useless.

"Except for exchanging stars." Mo Xiuyuan said to the phone, "other than that, we can discuss all the needs, but not this one."

His attitude was very firm, he exuded the aura of a superior, and his tone carried a sense of oppression that made people submit.

The machine on the other end paused, then suddenly spoke: "By the way, we sent you a courier. It should have arrived by now. It's on the way to your house. Do you want to take it over and have a look?"

Mo Xiuyuan's fingertips suddenly curled up and clenched.

Mo Qingsi rushed out and saw a small box as expected.

It was brought in and placed in front of Mo Xiuyuan, and everyone seemed to have a premonition of something.

Mo Qingsi gave a wink, and the two mothers immediately took their children upstairs.

Xingxing was reluctant to leave, but Shi Mo forced her to hug him.

Mo Xiuyuan slowly opened the small box, his pupils constricted! His fingers began to tremble uncontrollably!

His eyes suddenly turned blood red!

It was a little finger.

There was a shallow white scar on it, which was the wound caused by a shell when Mo Qingyao fell down from playing on the beach as a child.

At this moment, it was lying in the box, covered in blood, cold.