Yan Ruoliu: "I really want to rely on you, I have absolutely no ulterior motives."
Ji Hao: "Words alone are not enough; we must take concrete actions."
Yan Ruoliu: "Then how do you want me to prove my sincerity?"
Ji Hao: "Do you hate Wu Zhonghe?"
Yan Ruoliu: "Of course I hate him. For so many years, I have been devoted to him, but he wants to give me to another man to play with. I wish he were dead."
Ji Hao: "Alright, kill him and I'll accept you."
Yan Ruoliu: "This... isn't that a bad idea?"
Ji Hao: "Your hesitation makes it hard for me to trust you."
Yan Ruoli recalled Wu Zhonghe's despicable face, gritted her teeth, and decided to go all out, replying, "Okay, I agree."
Ji Hao: "That's more like it."
Yan Ruoliu: "But Wu Zhonghe didn't sleep with me at night, and he had his underlings with him. How could I make a move? Besides, even if I succeeded, how could I escape with those underlings around?"
Ji Hao: "Are you usually in charge of the meals?"
Yan Ruoliu: "Not bad."
Ji Hao: "Once night falls and Wu Zhonghe and his younger brother are asleep, open the window and I'll use a drone to deliver some sleeping pills to you. When you're making breakfast, put the sleeping pills in to knock them out, and everything will be fine, right?"
Yan Ruoli thought about it carefully and realized that the idea was indeed good, so she agreed: "Okay, I will do as you say."
The two discussed the details a few more times before leaving the private chat.
late at night.
After Wu Zhonghe and his group of henchmen finished with the women, they all went to sleep.
When the appointed time arrived, a drone carrying a sedative immediately took off from Building 1 and flew towards Building 4.
Under Ji Hao's skillful control, the drone steadily landed next to the window of a room in Building 4.
Yan Ruoliu opened the window, quickly removed the sedative from the drone, and then launched the drone back into the air.
The journey went incredibly smoothly and went unnoticed by anyone.
Yan Ruoli gripped the sleeping potion tightly, her heart pounding. She prayed silently, "It must succeed, it must succeed."
In the morning, Yan Ruoliu cooked for everyone.
Food was scarce; they could only eat instant noodle scraps boiled in water.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Yan Ruoli put all the sleeping pills into the bowl, and then served bowls of instant noodle soup to everyone.
"Damn it, when will this suffering end?"
"Sigh, the food is running out, what are we going to do?"
"Stop complaining, you should be grateful that you have something to eat."
Watching everyone drink the instant noodle soup, Yan Ruoliu was extremely nervous; success or failure hinged on this moment.
After finishing his instant noodle soup, Wu Zhonghe walked over to Yan Ruoliu and said in a deep voice, "Get ready, I'll take you there in a bit."
Yan Ruoliu didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.
Wu Zhonghe wanted to say something more, but suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with his body.
Yan Ruoliu noticed his unusual behavior and became increasingly nervous.
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