Karim

Migal issued a formal statement in response, stating that Song Zifeng is a long-term visa holder of Migal and entered the country through normal and legal channels, and is not seeking political asylum.

Meanwhile, given the criminal facts revealed by Nutag, Migal will cancel Song Zifeng's visa and require him to leave the country within a specified period.

However, because there is no extradition treaty between Migal and Nutag, Migal will not assist Nutag in his extradition.

Song Zifeng was utterly desperate. Every trump card he considered was worthless in Migal's eyes. Or rather, because they were already trump cards, Migal knew he had been completely drained and no longer of any use, so there was no need to protect him anymore.

He began to feel followed and noticed strangers frequently appearing around the villa. He also discovered that the security system would inexplicably issue warnings in the middle of the night.

Everything told him that a cold blade was pressed against his throat.

He could no longer contain himself and took the initiative to dial Chen Chao's number. As one of the original heirs of the six major families, he had always had Chen Chao's private contact information.

The call was quickly connected, and Chen Chao's cool voice came from across half the globe.

"Song Zifeng, are you trying to get me to turn myself in?"

"Your man is in my hands, don't you want him anymore?" Song Zifeng opened the video, pointing the camera at Steve.

Chen Chao's breath hitched on the other end of the phone, but his expression remained unchanged, and his voice remained calm and steady: "You're threatening me with a secret agent?"

"As far as I know, you spoil him a lot. There aren't many people in this world that you can spoil." Song Zifeng thought he knew Chen Chao quite well.

"If you're so capable, you can kill him." Chen Chao used all his strength to make his words sound nonchalant. "If you have nothing else to say, I have to go to a meeting."

Chen Chao hung up the phone.

Song Zifeng stared in shock at the darkened phone screen, his eyes filled with undisguised despair.

"Damn it!" He angrily slammed his phone against the wall, then bent down and grabbed Steve's chin. "Did you hear that? He doesn't care about you at all! He wants you dead! And you're still going to keep quiet for him?!"

"Cough, cough cough cough..." Song Zifeng squeezed too tightly, and Steve couldn't breathe properly and started coughing incessantly.

Seeing this, Song Zifeng released Steve, took a step back, and looked at him with some pity.

Deep down, he still held a sliver of hope that this pitiful man, who had just been abandoned by his lover, would turn to him and utter something that would give him a chance to make another deal with Migal.

After coughing for a while, Steve finally caught his breath. He looked up at Song Zifeng with the same contempt in his eyes: "Young Master Song, I've said it before, I'm a consumable. You can't use me to threaten anyone. As for Chen Chao, I love him, and that has nothing to do with whether he loves me or not."

His last hope was ruthlessly shattered, and Song Zifeng flew into a rage. He kicked Steve in the chest, cursing, "You slut! You're practically begging to be with me! I've never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

Steve felt a tightness in his chest from the kick and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his gaze toward Song Zifeng remained cold and hard.

Song Zifeng knew he had to find a way.

He cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.

He paced back and forth in the study in a fit of frustration, scratching his hair in agitation.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly remembered the black market bounty he had seen earlier. Karimmur of the West African royal family was offering a bounty on the agent he had in his hands.

He didn't know what grudge Steve had against the West African royal family, but he knew that this was his only bargaining chip right now.

The royal family of Sifia should have the power to protect him so that he can live in Sifia.

He contacted Karim, who made a very strange request: he asked to have Steve's blood sample tested.

He told Song Zifeng that someone would come to his villa the next day to collect the samples, and if the tests confirmed that there were no problems, he would grant Song Zifeng the right to live in West Africa.

Song Zifeng didn't understand why Karim was doing this, but he had no choice but to obey.

On the night Karim took the blood sample, Chen Jiu quietly sneaked into the cell where Steve was being held.

He could have rescued Steve from Song Zifeng, but the mission required him not to.

Looking at Steve, who was covered in blood, he suppressed the pity in his eyes, took out a capsule, and put it to Steve's lips, helping him swallow it with water.

"Karim has taken your blood sample. If all goes well, he will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." Chen Jiu's voice was completely formulaic, devoid of any emotion.

Steve leaned against Chen Jiu, nodded weakly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How's it outside?"

“Everything is going smoothly, just as planned,” Chen Jiu replied.

"That's good. I'll leave it to you now."

"Don't worry."

Chen Jiu got up to leave, but stopped after taking only one step. He turned back to Steve and said hesitantly, "I brought painkillers."

Steve understood Chen Jiu's meaning, but he still gently shook his head: "No need, I can still manage. If Karim wants to do a full physical examination on me tomorrow, the drug residue in my blood will arouse suspicion. You can go."

"Okay." Chen Jiu finished speaking and left the cell briskly.

In the darkness, Steve took another deep breath. He closed his eyes and recalled the words Chen Chao had spoken to him in bed the night before he left.

Chen Chao placed his hand on his heart and said to him, "Lin Yu, remember, you are with me."

He drew unparalleled courage from Chen Chao's burning, throbbing heart; he knew his name was etched there.

And in his heart, there is also a place of belonging.

He belonged to the Chen Dynasty, and no one could change that. This realization brought him peace.

Boss, I'm ready.

Even if it means killing everything in my life, even if it means becoming unbearable, I will persevere. I will come back, I promise!

Chen Chao has been staying out all night these days, spending his nights in Te An's office, often working until dawn. When he gets really tired, he takes a short nap in the attached break room, but he never gets to sleep for long.

He was always awakened by nightmares.

He had always had trouble sleeping, experiencing vivid dreams and waking up easily. It wasn't until Steve entered his life that he learned what it felt like to have a dreamless night.

These days, he had grown accustomed to sleeping in Steve's arms and sleeping soundly until dawn. But now, the other half of his bed was empty.

He started having trouble sleeping again.

Song Zifeng's phone call, that horrifying image, almost stopped his heart. Steve, covered in blood, burned his retinas.

He was the one who took him there.

It was he who pushed him into hell with his own hands.

His reason remained clear; he knew he was not wrong, and no one blamed him. This was their shared faith, their common choice.

But his emotions were out of control; his heart would ache uncontrollably, and breathing would become difficult. He dared not return to the Meishan Villa. It held too many memories; he feared he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Chen Jiu's message confirmed that Karim had taken the blood sample, and they were ready to transfer and track him.

He replied to the message to confirm, forcing himself not to ask Chen Jiu about Steve's situation.

He feared that once he started questioning, his emotions would be like a burst dam, impossible to contain.

Steve, I will wait for you to come back here, I will not leave you for a moment.

So please, you absolutely must come back!

Karim wanted a blood sample to verify whether Steve was indeed Raman's son.

He knew that Raman's two sons' blood diseases had suddenly been cured, and he also learned of Steve's existence through a spy infiltrated into Raman's group. But all of this was indirect evidence; before promising Song Zifeng any tangible benefits, he needed concrete evidence to prove the value of his bargaining chips.

He got it.

Steve's blood test results confirmed his kinship with Raman.

He held the freshly completed report and smiled broadly.

What should he call Steve?

nephew?

What a warm and affectionate way to address someone!

"Arrange for someone to bring them back. Give that guy surnamed Song some random identity and tell him to stay put. As for the other one, have us treat him well," Karim instructed his attendants expectantly.

"yes."

Three groups of people have arrived at Song Zifeng's villa today, with a total of five vehicles coming and going. Chen Jiu kept checking every detail with the agents lurking in various locations through his earpiece.

They had to determine precisely which vehicle Karim had used to move Steve.

Ensuring that Steve's whereabouts remained under the constant surveillance of the Special Agents was of paramount importance. It was precisely to guarantee this that the Special Agents deployed so many Z-class agents this time.

They want to use Steve to find Karim's secret fortress.

By hacking into Song Zifeng's security system and reviewing surveillance footage, observing the depth of tire tracks on vehicles entering and leaving, and using an infrared detector to reconstruct the movement's traces, Chen Jiu deduced from all the clues that the most inconspicuous white truck was the one used to transfer Steve.

"Release the dog to confirm," Chen Jiu commanded through the headset.

As the white truck started moving from the front yard of Song Zifeng's villa, a yellow stray dog ​​rushed out from the roadside, stopped in the middle of the road for a while, and then darted into the bushes on the side to let the truck pass.

"Confirmed." Chen Jiu received the reply through his earpiece.

The capsule that Chen Jiu fed Steve yesterday was a special substance that, after being digested and broken down by the human body, would remain in the sweat glands and emit a smell that only dogs could detect.

This scent is persistent and distinctive, and unlike locators, it cannot be detected, making it ideal for tracking.

"Keep up. Remember, don't get spotted, and don't lose them either. If there's a risk of being spotted, report it immediately and withdraw."

"yes."

As Chen Jiu gave the orders, he reported the location coordinates and appearance of the white truck to the technical support department. While they were tracking it on the ground, the satellites in the sky would also serve as their eyes.

Karim's men were cautious, changing vehicles once more. Then they headed straight for the Migal border.

This was something Chen Jiu had anticipated. Karim could take Song Zifeng through the diplomatic channel and leave on a private plane, but he couldn't explain Steve's presence to border control.

Taking Steve across the border to Mega, a small country bordering Migal, and then transferring him by private plane would be the more logical option.

After all, in Mojia, money can solve most things.