It was Su Ziyu who answered the phone: "Director Wen, calm down first. My sister didn't mean to miss the appointment. She was kidnapped by human traffickers..."
Wen Wushang laughed angrily: "She could be taken away by human traffickers?! Su Ziyu! Stop playing dumb and speak human language!"
"Oh, my sister's high school classmates were kidnapped. The one called Xiaofeng and her sister Miaomiao. The two sisters wanted to do a good deed and expose a fake job recruitment, but they didn't expect to hit a wall. The other party was a gang of human traffickers..."
"Miaomiao left Bai Ze's phone number last time. Before she was arrested, she sent Bai Ze a text message asking for help and then disappeared. My sister had a good relationship with Xiao Feng in high school, so she definitely couldn't just stand by and watch someone die, so she didn't go to Ailao Mountain."
His blue eyes flashed with coldness, and his tone was mocking: "Why didn't she contact me? She explained it very clearly to you!"
"Director Wen, you are the one who wants to compete with my sister. You are an enemy, not a friend. Naturally, she won't explain so much to you."
"Oh, I don't have the right to ask her to explain to me?"
"As long as you understand, I'm hanging up first."
Beep, beep, beep...
"Even Su Ziyu dared to hang up on me! These people are tired of living!!"
Wen Wushang was so angry that he threw his phone against the stone wall. His subordinate Shi Sang caught it and advised, "Master, Su Yao has already sneaked away from you several times in your previous life. Which time did she keep the appointment? Master, you are still willing to trust her..."
"Shi Sang, are you calling me stupid?"
"I dare not."
"What are you afraid of? I see you're becoming more and more popular. After staying in Yaocheng for so long, do you really think of yourself as a human being?"
Shi Sang frowned slightly: "My Lord, I will accompany you back to the Demon Realm at any time."
"Go back to the demon world! Go find Su Yao, she won't be able to escape again!"
…
Cross-border, northern Myanmar border.
A dilapidated truck roared along the muddy road, surrounded by dense jungle, with continuous rain and flies and mosquitoes swarming in the air.
Inside the carriage, Su Yao, Qingcheng, Bai Ze, Xin Jifeng and Fubao were all covered with black hoods, and their wrists were tightly tied with nylon ropes.
Before they lured the enemy and were captured, the Wanhua Pill had already taken effect, and the appearance of the five people was completely changed:
Su Yao has skin as white as snow, cold eyes and eyebrows, and wears gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a literary girl who has just entered society.
Qingcheng has the temperament of a cool school beauty, calm and reserved.
Bai Ze is a soft and cute girl, adorable and charming.
Xin Jifeng is beautiful and charming, dressed like a socialite.
Fubao became a bright little fairy with fair skin and beautiful looks, as fresh as a porcelain doll.
All five of them were sent to the core of the stronghold: base numbered Y7.
At this moment, the five of them were as quiet as chickens, using their consciousness to chat in the group.
Su Yao said: "Remember, don't alert the enemy. This time, we are going to uproot the entire interest group."
"Master, even though I'm an undercover agent, I'm so excited..." Fubao crossed his legs, and even his toes showed that he wanted to beat up the entire interest group.
Xin Jifeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "What kind of tasks will those ants assign me? I am also a little excited."
"Xin Jifeng, don't think we are here to play. We must not only rescue Xiaofeng and Miaomiao safely, but also rescue other victims." Qingcheng looked calm.
"Yes, everyone should be careful. The lives of mortals are too fragile." Bai Ze reminded.
"After you go in, try not to use any magic. You can all bear that little bit of pain." Su Yao said in a light tone.
Xin Jifeng curled his lips and smiled: "Okay, even if someone breaks my fingers, I won't use any magic."
"Master, I don't need any magic. I can still beat them to a pulp with my bare hands." Fubao's unyielding character was revealed.
Not long after, the truck stopped.
The moment the hood was removed, what came into view was a "container village" built of iron sheets, surrounded by electric fences and barbed wire, and mercenaries standing there with live ammunition.
A middle-aged man with a face full of flesh came over, his eyes flashing with lust. "You guys are lucky today. You've been assigned to the finance team."
Behind him was the dark-skinned leader of the financial group, named Heisha.
Heisha, with his dagger-like eyes, took a quick look and nodded: "These are fine."
Su Yao and Qingcheng were taken to a row of small rooms with surveillance cameras, and three mobile phones were placed on each person's table.
Heisha said coldly: "The first one is WeChat chat, the second one is video, and the third one is cash flow."
"From now on, you all have to give yourselves English names, don't use your real names!"
"The project you are responsible for is a pig-killing scam."
"Target customers: divorced middle-aged men, wealthy, lonely."
"You have to talk to five people every day. Act like a spoiled child, go on dates, video chat, post selfies, tell stories, cry, propose... In short, you have to make them feel like you love them terribly."
Su Yao's eyes turned colder, and he cursed in his heart: Another fucking love-killing scam.
But a well-behaved smile appeared on his face: "I understand, Brother Hei."
Qingcheng nodded, looking timid.
Heisha snorted coldly: "Behave yourself, we packed this batch of goods from Southeast University City and tricked them into giving us money. If you don't do your job well..."
He turned his head to look at the back row, where several girls with bruises on their faces and wounds all over their bodies were wiping the floor, with men holding electric batons behind them.
"They are the result of not listening."
The other side.
Bai Ze and Xin Jifeng were assigned to the "financial team". The so-called finance was nothing more than gambling and fake stocks.
"Your job is to brag in the live broadcast room every day."
"You're bragging about how good you are at stock trading and how you can make sure you make money by leading orders."
"We have prepared the data chart here, and we have a special team to forge the background."
Bai Ze smiled sweetly: "I have traded virtual currency and studied economics."
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