Chapter 173 Inviting the Enemy into the Trap

At 11:50 a.m. that day, darkness, like a huge black curtain, completely enveloped the entire city. Seven men wearing masks and sanitation worker uniforms pushed two large trash cans into the stairwell on the top floor of the hotel.

The trash can wheels rolled down the stairs, making a dull "gurgling" sound that seemed particularly jarring in the quiet environment.

Behind them were the steps leading to the rooftop.

"What time is it?" the leader asked in a low voice in Thai, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Ten minutes left." One of the men opened the lid of the trash can, reached inside and pulled out a light machine gun with the practiced ease of taking something from his own drawer. He then respectfully handed it to the man in charge, saying, "Young Master Ravi, this one is for you."

Yes, this man is none other than Ravi, the son of warlord Pachai.

Ravi took the gun, toyed with it in his hand for a moment, his fingers lightly stroking the barrel, a cold smile appearing on his face. He then skillfully installed the silencer. His technique showed he was a seasoned veteran, intimately familiar with all kinds of weapons. He glanced at his men and instructed, "Take them alive, try not to shoot."

"Roger that." The men replied, while simultaneously taking their equipment out of the trash can and taking off their sanitation worker uniforms to hide them back inside.

A man next to him shook his head and said uncertainly, "This woman is so cunning, it will be difficult to capture her alive without shooting her."

Ravi, having changed out of his conspicuous janitor uniform, snorted coldly, his laughter laced with disdain: "Indeed. Knowing that helicopters are easily intercepted in the city, I thought of using a transport service to get it to the rooftop. From here, it only takes half an hour to fly to international waters. Once it leaves the Thai coastline, I'll never find her again!"

According to the photos and information sent, the huge wooden crate was taken to the hotel rooftop under cover of darkness at 9 p.m.

Their plan was to meet the pilot at midnight that night and escape from there.

"Luckily, we discovered her whereabouts in time and installed a bug in her room. Otherwise, she really would have escaped!" one of his men said with a look of relief.

Ravi: "How ignorant and naive! There are still a few minutes left. We'll finish this quickly, catch them, and put them in the trash can to take them away."

After capturing her this time, he was determined to make this woman wish she were dead! In the end, he would sacrifice her life in endless agony, becoming nourishment for their family's fortune!

The group of subordinates replied, "Yes, young master."

One of them took out a cone-shaped sound collector and stuck it to the wall. This thing is called a wall ear, and he was using it to listen to the sounds of the elevator next to him.

Perhaps because it was so late, hardly anyone was using the elevator.

After waiting silently for a few minutes, finally, a slight "humming" sound came from the elevator going up.

Someone's coming up!

Upon hearing the voice, the person immediately gave Ravi an OK sign.

Ravi glanced at the time; it was already 11:59.

"Young master, they took the elevator directly to the rooftop."

The hotel's rooftop is frequently used for events, and the elevators are designed for direct access, all for the convenience of guests.

Ravi's spirits lifted, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and he made a countdown gesture—

Five, four, three, two, one!

When the count reached one, someone suddenly flung open the door, and with a loud "bang," the door slammed against the wall!

A group of men, guns at the ready, charged out like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

The rooftop was deserted, save for a single girl standing in front of a large wooden crate. The girl was slender and appeared somewhat isolated on the empty rooftop. Hearing the sudden noise, she instinctively turned around, saw the group of armed men, and froze instantly.

The subordinate whispered in Thai, "Young master, she is not your fiancée."

Another person said, "Young master, this is the female boss who was with your fiancée!"

Ravi was furious. Just two meters away, he pointed his machine gun at Zhang Mo's chest: "Where did you take my bride?!"

Zhang Mo calmly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender and said in calm and collected Chinese, "I don't understand what you're saying. You must have the wrong person. Leave now, and I can pretend I didn't see anything." Her voice was clear and crisp, sounding exceptionally composed in the tense atmosphere.

Ravi didn't understand Chinese, but he was very dissatisfied with the other party's calm attitude. He took two steps forward, grabbed Zhang Mo's arm with a grip as strong as a vise, pressed the silencer of the machine gun against her slender neck, switched to English, and angrily questioned, "For the last time, where is my bride?"

Just as the machine gun was pressed against Zhang Mo, an uncontrollable scream erupted from inside the huge wooden crate!

Could it be hidden inside a wooden box?!

Several henchmen rushed forward, pulled out tactical knives that could cut through iron like mud, and used them as crowbars to dismantle the boxes.

The dagger scraped against the wooden box, making a grating, screeching sound.

Finally, with a loud crash, one side of the wooden crate was successfully removed and fell to the ground. But the moment they saw what was inside, everyone was stunned!

Inside the wooden crate were dozens of people of various skin colors, men, women, and children. Each of them wore a small, colorful birthday hat, which looked particularly comical in the tense atmosphere. They huddled around a silver supercar, their eyes wide with terror.

The most alarming thing is that almost everyone of them was holding a cell phone with the screen lit up, clearly recording a video!

Zhang Mo continued in Chinese, "We're just having a surprise birthday party for a friend here. You've really got it wrong."

However, Ravi, who was closest, had already clearly seen the slight upturn of her lips.

In an instant, it dawned on him: the helicopter, the escape plan—it was all a lie!

Ravi was furious. He felt like a clown who had been made a fool of. He was so angry that he was trembling all over. This time, he really wanted to kill him. He thrust the machine gun directly into Zhang Mo's temple!

His men were terrified and quickly grabbed him, saying, "Young Master, you can't do this here!" "There are too many people, and they're all recording!" "Get out of here!"

They're not stupid; they know they've completely fallen into a trap today.

Killing them to cover it up is out of the question. Everyone here is a foreigner from every country. If we were to kill them all, every country on Earth would be attacking us tomorrow!

Ravi knew this too, so he gritted his teeth and threw a smoke grenade straight at the crowd!

Amidst screams, smoke instantly billowed out, and Ravi gave the order with a bitter expression: "Withdraw!"

However, this does not mean that he will let Zhang Mo off the hook!

Instead, he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the exit!

He can use this woman as a bargaining chip, and maybe even lure out his bride.

If he can't lure her out, he'll chop her up piece by piece and feed her to the dogs!

He had great confidence in his father's authority in Thailand; killing a group of foreigners was out of the question, but kidnapping a Chinese woman was certainly an easy task.

The group hurriedly retreated to the stairwell, locked the apartment door with a chain, and quickly began changing into the cleaner's uniform.

Ravi slammed Zhang Mo against the wall, took a cleaner's uniform handed to him by his subordinate, and said coldly, "Knock her out and stuff her in there."

The next second, the subordinate took a step forward and was sent flying sideways.

Before them, the slender Chinese woman smiled slightly and said in fluent Thai, "Did I agree to let you leave?"

On the palm of her hand, a golden "Steel" character gleamed.