During the day, the newly appointed Xiao Jun bought candy for his war god, the Grand Marshal, who ate it very happily.

That evening, the emperor wanted to eat the marshal, but the marshal refused.

"We have something to do tonight." Si Jin sat in front of the computer, watching the monitor in Chen Yiwei's ward, took Lin Yuan's hand, and gently kissed it: "In a little while, we'll follow Chen Yiwei as he's being discharged from the hospital and save my brother."

"Okay, I'll do whatever Jinjin says." Lin Yuan knew that Si Jin was always meticulous and had her own plans for everything.

I finally managed to come all this way, and I really wanted to spend some quality time with him.

So, as long as I'm with him, I can do anything.

Soon, Chen Yiwei, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed out of the hospital by a man in black and onto an extra-long minibus.

Si Jin immediately connected to the miniature monitor she had placed on Chen Yiwei when she visited him in the hospital, located Chen Yiwei's position, got up, put on her trench coat, and put away the puppeteer's ring.

Her eyes changed, revealing a captivating charm: "Let's go."

… …

Using the car's navigation app, we soon arrived at Chen Yiwei's dilapidated, unfinished house in the suburbs.

Chen Yiwei was pushed out of the car, and excitedly raised his hand to explain to Master Long behind him, who was determined to buy Si Jin as a money-making tool.

"Sir, he's over there, in that basement. My second son, Chen Siyun, is locked up there. I even have my mistress bring him food every day, so he won't starve."

"Chen Siyun and Chen Sijin, the two brothers grew up together and have a very good relationship."

“You kidnapped Chen Siyun to threaten her, and that idiot Chen Sijin will definitely walk right into your trap.”

"Don't forget the fifty million you promised me!"

"Haha, no problem." Master Long has been involved in the black market for puppeteers for many years, making his fortune by selling puppeteers. Now, his assets are countless.

He twirled the white jade ring on his thumb, in a good mood: "As long as I can get a puppeteer as capable as Chen Sijin, I'll give you a hundred million, that's fine too."

After all, Chen Sijin is good-looking. Not only can he perform circus acts to earn money, but he can also be given to those lecherous men in bed to help them build connections with various people.

It can create more than 100 million in value.

Seeing that Si Jin had sold for double the price, Chen Yiwei was delighted, his deep eyes filled with resentment and elation.

That's great! As long as we sell Chen Sijin, we can not only get revenge but also make money.

Lord Long's influence extends throughout the country, and his methods are extremely cruel. He simply doesn't believe that Chen Sijin can escape his grasp.

Thinking this, Chen Yiwei urged the person pushing the wheelchair: "Hurry, just a little further ahead, we'll be there soon."

The group quickly arrived at the basement. Chen Yiwei glanced at the emaciated, wounded boy on the ground, who was still chained up, without showing the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He immediately pulled out the key from his pocket and handed it to Master Long: "Master, look, this is my good-for-nothing second son who can't do puppetry."

“You guys beat him up, make sure he’s covered in blood, as badly as possible, then take a picture of his pitiful little face and send it to Chen Sijin.”

"I guarantee he'll come rolling over here right away, crying and begging you to let your brother go, hahaha... ahhhhh!"

However, before he could finish speaking, three bullets pierced his right ear.

Chen Yiwei screamed loudly, and before he could catch his breath, three more bullets pierced his left ear.

He covered his ears, which were about to hit the ground, with both hands, and with great difficulty turned his head to look in the direction from which the bullets had come.

They saw Si Jin, who was wearing a black trench coat and holding a silenced pistol.

The boy and Lin Yuan came to this dangerous place together, and they showed no fear in the face of the dozen or so armed assassins behind Master Long.

Instead, he smiled slightly and said sarcastically, "So you're Master Long? Where did you buy this gun? It's quite useful for cutting up scum."