Chapter 10: Give me face and I'll spare your life!



The poor islander was just surprised by Chen Rou's ruthlessness when he was frightened by the exorbitant bounty.

He never expected that a slender, youthful-looking woman could be so ruthless.

What was even more unexpected was that Gui Tou Chang was willing to offer a reward of five million to capture them.

Only Chen Rou remained calm and composed.

She said in English, "Sir, I need medicine and a locksmith. Can you take me to one?"

The guard swallowed the pork chop rice and said in his Taiwanese accent, "I have anti-inflammatory medicine here."

He then volunteered, "I know how to pick locks; I can pick any kind of lock."

Chen Rou's gaze slid down and she saw that there were indeed iodine, cotton gauze, saline solution, and anti-inflammatory drugs in the drawer.

This group of people are international pirates who go out to sea every day to rob, kidnap, and fight. Anti-inflammatory drugs are a regular part of their rations.

But he still had a "big brother" phone in his drawer, which was the precursor to a mobile phone, the simplest kind of mobile phone.

When the guard was fetching salt water, he pulled over a bundle of cotton yarn and covered it up discreetly.

Chen Rou saw everything, but she didn't make a sound; a cold smile only appeared in the corner of her eye.

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Nie Zhao had iron chains on his hands and collarbone, the kind with locks.

During the rescue, due to the urgency of the situation, Chen Rou didn't bother looking for the key; instead, she roughly broke the chains.

The wrist was alright, just on the surface, but the chain at the collarbone, or clavicle, went through the bone. With the continuous flow of blood, it would attract bacteria, leading to a large-scale infection, which ultimately cost Nie Zhao his life.

The most urgent task at hand is to remove the chains and help reduce the inflammation.

The guard rummaged through a large pile of medicine, then opened a drawer and rummaged around, saying as he did so, "You need to unlock the handcuffs, right?"

Seeing Chen Rou nod, he said, "That's strange, I clearly put the things here."

Then the radio started broadcasting again, and the speaker was speaking in Tagalog, the native Filipino language. He said, "I am Gui Tou Chang, A-Chang. There has been a riot in my park."

Before transmigrating, Chen Rou had been on missions in Southeast Asia and had a basic understanding of the languages ​​of various Asian countries, including Tagalog. So when she heard Gui Tou Chang broadcasting the news himself, she naturally wanted to listen to it.

He continued, “Brothers and comrades, a very important person has just escaped from our park. He is 185cm tall, male, and his name is Nie Zhao. If he makes it to sea alive, then we will all die!”

Seeing that Chen Rou was listening intently to the radio, the guard pulled out his mobile phone and hid it in his pocket. After hiding it, he took out a thin screwdriver from the drawer and said with a smile, "Madam, I've found something to pick the lock. Let's go."

On the radio, Gui Touchang paused for a moment, then said, "There are two women and one mainland Chinese who are also fleeing. Each of them will receive a bonus of 500,000 pesos. Please pay attention to receiving faxes. I will send photos later."

These days, smartphones don't exist yet, and televisions aren't common, but fax machines are already widespread.

Gui Tou Chang has photos of them. Once the fax is sent out, all the pirates in the Philippines will start frantically searching for them within hours. If they don't leave as soon as possible, they will have a hard time escaping this island nation.

The guards knew perfectly well that the two men in front of them were the two "walking five hundred thousand" mentioned on the radio.

But he had four accomplices in total. Two were lying in front of the car, and the brains of the other two were scattered all over the ground, so he had to behave himself.

He and the Taiwanese guy went back to their car first. As was Chen Rou's usual habit, she searched the entire guard post before leaving.

As soon as she got into the car, Song Yuanchao took a sniff and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

Chen Rou carried several large boxes of food, including fragrant pork chop rice, which was the guards' late-night snack, and a large jug of distilled water.

She gave one meal to Wan Daozai and another to Song Yuanchao, saying, "Eat quickly, and then hurry on your way."

Inside the park, hostages like Song Yuanchao and Wandaozai mostly ate spoiled rice, stale noodles, swill, and rotten vegetable leaves. Even these were things they often couldn't get their hands on, and many people were so hungry that they had to catch raw fish and eat them in the water dungeon every day.

The pork chop rice smelled delicious, but the Taiwanese boy still had white brain matter on his head. He didn't care, he lifted the lid of the lunchbox, saw that the rice was still steaming, and directly grabbed the whole pork chop with his brain-covered hand and put it in his mouth.

Song Yuanchao was also shivering from hunger. He grabbed a handful of white rice and stuffed it into his mouth, choking until his neck was stiff.

Chen Rou had eaten her fill before fleeing; she wasn't hungry.

She found four meals in total, and gave one to Nie Han as well: "Han, you should eat some too."

Nie Han huddled around her uncle's head and shook her head: "Sister Arou, please find a way to save my uncle!"

The pursuers will arrive soon, and we shouldn't linger here. Let Song Yuanchao eat while driving, and the car will continue on its way.

The armored vehicle has a large interior space, but only two rows of soft seats; the firing area behind is empty.

Chen Rou called over Nie Han and Wan Daozai, and the three of them dragged her cheap husband, Nie Zhao, to the open space behind.

Now she has to find a way to wake Nie Zhao up sooner.

Escaping the Philippines was certainly important, but saving Nie Zhao was equally important, because he would not only be the richest man in Hong Kong in the future, but also a recipient of the Grand Bauhinia Medal. If he died here, the entire history of Hong Kong would be rewritten.

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