"Hey, this contact name really is Pei Siyu." One of the thugs noticed the phone number's contact name.

The other two thugs burst into laughter, "Tsk tsk, this act is quite elaborate! They even specially noted Pei Siyu's name."

Mingyao felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet and instantly engulf her entire body.

Mingyao shivered, and her already pale face became even more bloodless.

Everything is over.

They not only got through on the phone, but they also dared to talk to Pei Siyu.

The gang leader, holding the phone, arrogantly said to Pei Siyu on the other end of the line, "Aren't you Pei Siyu?"

"Your wife is in our hands. If you're so capable, come and rescue her."

"Otherwise, we won't be so polite!"

The thug laughed arrogantly, provoking Pei Siyu while looking smugly at Ming Yao, whose face was as pale as paper.

There was no response from the other end of the microphone. When the thug looked at the screen again, he found that the call had been cut off.

Isn't your husband Pei Siyu?

"Why doesn't he care whether you live or die?"

The thug held Mingyao's phone, shook it, and said, "Looks like your identity as Mrs. Pei isn't very useful."

He approached Mingyao and, right in front of her, smashed her phone down.

The crisp snap sounded like a drumbeat, striking Mingyao's heart hard.

Mingyao clenched her fists and watched helplessly as the thugs crushed her phone.

The thug had no more patience to waste time with Mingyao. "I know you've been stalling for time."

"Will they get the police by stalling for time?"

Stop dreaming!

The thug grabbed Mingyao's wrist and grinned sinisterly, "Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a police siren sounded.