Chapter 67 My dad is a great general!
Two coarse grain buns were thrown in front of the two children.
Hu Dahu untied the ropes from their hands, but their feet were still bound: "Eat."
The steamed bun fell to the ground, getting covered in grass and dust. Mao Mao didn't mind at all. She picked it up, dusted it off, and then took a big bite.
After taking just one bite, Zhang Jingsen immediately spat it out: "It tastes awful!"
"I don't want to eat this," Zhang Jingsen said. "I want bread, I want cream cake! And I want meat, steak!"
Hu Dahu said fiercely, "Young Master, you'd better understand the situation. This isn't your home. You're not going to eat? Then you'll have to go hungry!"
Zhang Jingsen was so frightened that he fell silent.
But this steamed bun is really awful!
He was the young master of the Zhang family; he had never eaten anything so awful. Not only was it dry, hard, and sour, but he didn't know what had been added to it, and it even made his throat sore. At home, even the worst food he ate was made with white flour!
But his stomach was growling. He hadn't eaten all day and had been crying all day. When he looked at the fierce face of the bad guy on the other side, Zhang Jingsen pouted and couldn't hold back his tears.
He clutched the steamed bun, making a hissing sound like a kettle boiling.
"Waaah—"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He wiped away his tears and ate with a sense of grievance.
Seeing that the young master of the Zhang family was eating obediently, Hu Dahu finally looked away.
He glanced at the other hostage next to him.
They had assumed the other hostage would cause trouble like Young Master Zhang, but the little hostage was obediently holding a steamed bun and eating it. While the two were talking, he had already eaten half of it.
The little hostage seemed to be enjoying a delicious meal, eating with complete focus, not even lifting his head. His soft, white cheeks bulged out, making him look incredibly happy while eating.
Hu Dahu: "..."
strangeness.
Is it really that delicious?
He went out, puzzled, and took a coarse grain bun for himself.
Ugh, it tastes the same as always.
Even dogs don't like to eat it.
Hu Dahu chewed vigorously. The way the little hostage across from him ate was so cute that he stared at him for a while. Before he knew it, the steamed bun in his hand was gone.
Mao Mao licked her lips, still wanting more: "Uncle, I want to eat more."
Hu Dahu: "..."
Was he kidnapped, or did he come to the restaurant?
Is this lousy steamed bun really that delicious?
Hu Dahu, puzzled, broke off half of it for her.
Zhang Jingsen, standing to the side, rolled his eyes in exasperation and mumbled, "I want to drink water."
Mao Mao put down the steamed bun and looked over expectantly: "Uncle, I want to drink it too."
Zhang Jingsen: "I want to drink orange juice and milk."
Hu Dahu said in a sinister tone, "Young Master, have you forgotten what I just said?"
Startled by his glare, Zhang Jingsen burped and quickly swallowed his request.
Hu Dahu went out again and came back carrying a bowl of plain water.
He handed it to Mao Mao: "Drink."
The bowl was bigger than Mao Mao's head, and it had several chips in it. Mao Mao's soft little body leaned over, took his hand, found a flat spot on the edge of the bowl, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
After finishing her drink, she licked her moist lips and obediently thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."
Hu Dahu: "You're welcome."
Hu Dahu: "..."
Why is he being so polite to this little hostage?
Hu Dahu left, puzzled, carrying his bowl.
Zhang Jingsen called out loudly from behind, "...Uncle, I haven't had any yet!"
"Thirsty!" Hu Dahu said fiercely, "Do you think this is your home?!"
Zhang Jingsen burst into tears: "Waaaaah—"
...
As darkness fell, Hu Dahu and Scarface's accomplices returned one after another.
They were a gang; in addition to the people responsible for the kidnapping and guarding, there were also people in Haicheng gathering information.
"Has the letter been delivered to the Zhang family?"
"Delivered."
"How is the Zhang family doing?"
"The Zhang family has already reported the incident to the police, and the police are currently searching for the missing person."
Scarface wiped his gun and said coldly, "It's alright. The eldest son of the Zhang family has already been bribed. Those policemen have taken the money and won't do their jobs properly. Just wait a few more days until the Zhang family sends the money over, and we'll kill this young master and run away with the money to another place."
That's right.
The eldest son of the Zhang family colluded with them to kidnap Zhang Jingsen, intending to take him away with money and leaving no one alive.
Even if the Zhang family sends the ransom, all they will get back is the young master's corpse.
The crowd glanced at the room where the hostage was being held and sighed, "Even tigers don't eat their cubs. This young master of the Zhang family is truly ruthless; he can even harm his own brother."
"A younger brother? Ha! Zhang Weihai has so many children, the eldest young master has plenty of younger brothers and sisters, not to mention they're not even born to the same mother?" Scarface said, "If you want to blame someone, blame the young master's older sister for being too ambitious. Although he's young, he has an older sister who helps him seize the family fortune, and she even managed to get it. Tell me, how can the eldest young master not be angry?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Just as they were laughing, another call came from the side room: "Uncle—"
Hu Dahu quickly went into the side room.
A short while later, he came out carrying two small hostages.
The others were stunned: "Why are there two?"
“We’ve arrested the wrong kid,” Hu Dahu said. “The boss said that whether we tie up one or two, it’s still the same, and we can get an extra ransom.”
Hu Dahu, with a stern face, put the person in a corner: "Alright, the lights are on outside, aren't you scared now?"
Mao Mao sat in the corner, leaning against her brother, and nodded obediently: "Yes, Uncle, I'm not afraid anymore."
The bandits glanced at her but didn't take her seriously.
Whether they kidnap one or two hostages, it's still kidnapping; they won't be soft-hearted just because the hostages are too young.
"Where's Lao Ba? Why hasn't Lao Ba come back yet?"
"I hope Lao Ba hasn't been arrested?"
After waiting for a long time, there was another knock on the door. After exchanging the password, the person outside was let in.
"Eighth Brother, why are you only getting back now?"
"The messenger was arrested." Lao Ba wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Luckily, I had someone else deliver the letter instead of myself. But Haicheng is under martial law, and they're looking for people everywhere. I almost couldn't get out."
"Looking for someone? Could it be the young master of the Zhang family?" Everyone was surprised: "Such a big fuss!"
Lao Ba shook his head: "No, I heard that Lou Wenshan's daughter has gone missing."
"What?!"
The bandits were terrified: "Who's so bold as to kidnap Commander Lou's daughter? Are they out of their minds?!"
As kidnappers, some dare to kidnap others, while others don't.
Take, for example, the young master of the Zhang family. Although the Zhang family is powerful, they are just businessmen; they have a lot of money but not much real influence, so when trouble comes, they can only turn to the police for help. After something happens, it's easy for them to escape quickly.
But it was different for Marshal Lou's daughter. Marshal Lou was all-powerful in the three provinces of East China; even if they had wings, they couldn't escape his territory. It was said that someone had once kidnapped Marshal Lou's son, and afterwards, everyone involved was tortured beyond recognition, wishing for death but unable to live, and their bodies were left hanging outside the city for several days.
Offending Commander Lou is not just a matter of losing your life; it could mean having your ancestors dug up from the ground for eighteen generations!
"Um?"
In the corner, upon hearing a familiar name, Mao Mao raised her little head.
She said happily, "Me? Uncle, my dad is the Great Marshal!"
Everyone: "..."
The bandits suddenly turned their heads and looked at the two hostages in the corner.
two.
Wearing little suits, with fair and delicate features, they looked like two little gentlemen; one was the young master of the Zhang family, and the other…
Scarface suddenly stood up, strode over, and yanked off Mao Mao's hat.
The felt hat was held firmly on top of her head by her thick hair, and when she lifted it, two small, crooked tufts of hair peeked out.
The little girl looked up at them with her chubby little face and innocent expression: "Uncle, do you know my dad?"
Scarface: "..."
Hu Dahu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Scarface turned around and slapped Hu Dahu across the face: "Idiot! Can't you tell a man from a woman?"
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