Gradually, the little boy came to his senses, but what followed was uncontrollable crying.
He opened his mouth wide, tears pouring out like a flood, his voice shrill and sorrowful, he kept shouting: "Grandpa, save me...Grandpa, save me..."
Every word he uttered was filled with deep fear and helplessness, as if he and that distant grandfather were the only ones left in the world who could offer him hope...
"Xiaojun, don't be afraid! Grandpa is here to save you. Grandpa will never leave you alone!"
The old man with gray hair and wrinkled face was seen shouting at the top of his lungs while struggling desperately to break free from the large hands that were tightly holding his arms. However, no matter how hard he tried, the strength of those pulling him was too great, and he could not get away.
On the other side, Yamaguchi Ichi-kun saw this scene and laughed triumphantly, as if to tell everyone, if you don't let me go, this child will die, and you are the culprit of the murder...
Seeing this, the people around gathered around and tried to persuade the agitated old man to stop, but to no avail. The situation was getting increasingly out of control.
Wang Xiaolan suddenly said, "Let the old man go!" Her voice was clear and loud, with an unquestionable majesty.
Hearing this, the few people who had been holding the old man tightly hesitated for a moment, and finally let go. After being freed, the old man rushed towards Wang Xiaolan like an arrow from a bow. His calloused hands suddenly tightly grasped Wang Xiaolan's slender wrist, his eyes filled with anxiety and pleading.
"Please, please save my Xiaojun! Grandpa believes in you, you have the ability..." Before he could finish his words, two lines of turbid tears slid down his weather-beaten cheeks...
Wang Xiaolan gently patted the old man's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, old man. Don't anger that spy at this moment. This will put Xiaojun in less danger. Believe me, I have a way to get Xiaojun back to you safely."
The old man nodded repeatedly, wiping away his tears and saying, "I'll listen to you."
As he spoke, he began to mutter to himself, "What should I do? The child's parents are in the army, and they don't know what happened to Xiaojun yet."
Wang Xiaolan said to the old man gently, "Grandpa, please go over there and have a rest!" As she spoke, she winked at Wang Shanhu, asking her to help the old man to rest quickly.
Wang Shanhu immediately ran over and took the old man away from the scene.
Only then did Wang Xiaolan look at Yamaguchi Kazuki and smiled coldly.
Seeing Wang Xiaolan's threats, Yamaguchi Ichijun didn't care, but smiled disdainfully. On the contrary, the rage in his heart grew stronger, and the burning flames seemed to devour everything around him.
He roared, "Do you think I dare not?"
Wang Xiaolan said calmly, "Put the child down. He's innocent. I'll agree to your request, okay?"
"Hmph! Do you think I will believe you just because you say that?" Yamaguchi Kazujun said gritting his teeth, his voice low and cold, which made people shudder.
Wang Xiaolan saw the little boy whose neck was being strangled by Yamaguchi Kazuki, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.
Wang Xiaolan was furious. At this moment, she couldn't act rashly. She could only suppress her anger and asked in a compromising manner, "What do you want me to do in order to trust me?"
Yamaguchi Kazuki's narrow and sinister eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with cunning and ferocity.
He knew clearly in his heart that Wang Xiaolan's move was a delaying tactic; she had no real intention of letting him go. Faced with such a situation, Yamaguchi Kazu-kun knew that conventional means would no longer work if he wanted to make this cunning woman obey his orders.
After pondering for a moment, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his lips. A bold and ruthless idea quickly formed in his mind - only more violent and extreme means could be used to force Wang Xiaolan to submit! Thinking of this, Yamaguchi Ichijun's originally tense nerves relaxed, as if everything was under control.
He took advantage of this opportunity and suddenly exerted force to lift Xiaojun above his head. Xiaojun, who had originally closed his eyes, was suddenly awakened by this sudden action and found himself hanging in the air. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, his body trembled constantly, and his eyes were full of fear and helplessness.
At this time, Yamaguchi Kazujun roared threateningly: "Get out of my way! If anyone dares to come any closer, I will immediately shoot this kid in the stomach!" After that, he deliberately poked the little boy's waist with the gun in his hand to show that he was not bluffing.
At this moment, Yamaguchi Kazu-kun was backing away as he spoke, until his back pressed against the cold, hard side of the boat. He stopped.
After all, Yamaguchi Ichi-kun was nearly seventy years old, and even though Xiaojun was a child, he still carried a considerable weight. He was clearly exhausted, and coupled with Xiaojun's fear and constant struggles, his once fierce gaze began to flicker. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.
When Wang Xiaolan saw him like this, she knew that Yamaguchi Ichijun could not hold on for much longer, so the priority was to prevent Xiaojun from getting into an accident.
At this time, Yamaguchi Ichijun was still unwilling to give up easily. His arms were trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth and put Xiaojun down, still holding Xiaojun's neck with his other hand.
When Wang Xiaolan saw Xiaojun being let down from his raised hands, her nervous heart relaxed. As long as the child was down, no matter how Yamaguchi Kazujun threatened her, she would find a way to solve the problem.
Wang Xiaolan approached him step by step. As the distance got closer, Yamaguchi felt a heaviness in his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Only the gun in his hand was still tightly grasped. Only with this guy did he have the confidence to compete with Wang Xiaolan and the others.
Yamaguchi Kazu-kun, seeing the crowd approaching him, became visibly agitated.
He shouted, "Don't come over here..."
To prevent him from doing anything desperate, Wang Xiaolan waved her hand, signaling everyone to retreat. Then everyone slowly retreated to their original positions.
The atmosphere was tense to the extreme. Time seemed to have stood still, and everything around them had become completely silent. Only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship intertwined to create a thrilling melody that was about to begin.
At this moment, his face was as gloomy as water, his eyes revealing despair and unwillingness. His hand, tightly gripping the gun, had turned slightly white from excessive force, and a hint of blue appeared at the knuckles.
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