The autumn in September is getting cooler.
The green trees on both sides of the road are red or yellow, like a painter's water-soluble paint brush, painting the colors of autumn.
In the black car, Yong Zhixu was looking through the detailed information about Max Morgan, frowning.
"In Macau?"
Chen Zui, who was in the front seat, held the steering wheel and turned his head. "Yes, I was at the largest racecourse in Shatin before. A few days ago, I went to Macau and discussed business with a Thai Chinese. That person is the youngest drug lord in Southeast Asia. It's self-evident what kind of business we discussed."
Yong Zhixu was not interested in these things and was only concerned about Tang Xili's next move.
After she got off the plane that day, she went straight to the hospital where Mr. An was.
It certainly couldn't be family affection that made her care so much about Mr. An. Mr. An must know Max's whereabouts or contact information.
Since that day, she has not taken any other action in the past half month except dealing with the An Group, probably because she wants Max to show up himself.
It is actually very simple to force Max to show up. You just need to capture the person he cares about the most.
The information found shows that Max's favorite person is his youngest daughter Elizabeth.
If she guessed correctly, Elizabeth was most likely already in her hands.
"Chen Zui, have Song Ci arrange to temporarily replace the security of Chaohua Academy with special forces."
"I understand, Third Brother."
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After An Minghe was dragged away, Tang Xili returned to Chaohua Academy.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard an anxious girl's voice coming from the dining room, saying in broken Chinese: "Let me go, what you are doing is illegal in your country."
Tang Xili sneered, turned and walked towards the living room.
Sitting at the dining table in the living room was a European girl wearing a pink sweatshirt suit. She was about twenty years old, with fair skin, clear blue eyes, and waist-length seaweed-like brown hair. She was as delicate and beautiful as the Barbie doll in the window.
Looking closely at her outline, she has some oriental features, but it's hard to tell where, but she is surprisingly similar to Tangxi Pear.
This was the first time Elizabeth met Tang Xili. She had been locked in the basement for the past two days and was only released early this morning.
She looked at Tang Xili warily, looking her up and down. "Who are you?"
Tang Xili did not answer, but just looked at her indifferently.
I have been busy cooperating with the police in the past two days to clear my grandfather's name. Now, it's time to deal with Max.
She took out her cell phone, typed in a number she had written down from Mr. An, dialed it, and then held the phone to Elizabeth's ear.
"Beep, beep, beep..." The phone rang a few times, but no one on the other end answered and the call was hung up.
Tang Xili called several more times, but still hung up.
The alertness is quite high.
She didn't hit him again. Her long eyelashes drooped as she stared at Elizabeth, asking her to hit Max.
Elizabeth had a hunch that Tang Xili was not a good person, so she refused her request. Her cheeks puffed up, she crossed her arms and tilted her head. "I won't fight you. Just let me go."
Seeing that she had no idea how dangerous her situation was, Tang Xili raised the corners of her mouth, lifted a strand of the girl's hair with her fingertips, and chuckled: "So naive and willful, it seems that she was raised with tenderness..."
She picked up the girl's hair and brought it to her nose to smell it like a pervert. The next second, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.
A hand pulled out a Swiss Army knife from the outside of the calf under the skirt at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye.
Then, with lightning speed, another hand grabbed Elizabeth's right hand and pressed it on the dining table. He raised his knife and cut off her little finger.
It all happened so quickly, in just a few seconds. Seeing the blood spurting out from the smooth cut, Elizabeth was stunned for a full three seconds before she reacted.
"Ah...ah...ah...my hand, wuwuwu..." She screamed loudly, covering the bleeding wound, and burst into tears uncontrollably.
Tang Xili pulled out a wet tissue with an expressionless face, wiped the blood off the blade calmly and gracefully, and communicated in English, "Do you want to call now?"
Elizabeth's face turned pale with pain, her smiling face twisted into a ball, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly speak. She could only nod obediently.
Hit her, isn’t it okay for her to hit her?
If you had told me earlier that you would cut people’s fingers, you would have beaten me earlier, wuwuwu… Crazy, psychopath, her hand hurts so much…
Tang Xili calmly put the polished Swiss Army knife back into the wallet on the outside of her calf, took Elizabeth's cell phone from Claire, opened the dial keypad, and handed it to her.
"Fight."
Elizabeth sobbed bitterly. As the little princess of the Morgan family, she had never experienced this before. Woo woo woo...it hurts so much...
Afraid that this madman would cut her fingers if they disagreed again, Elizabeth gritted her teeth and dialed Max's number.
This time, the call was answered quickly, and the first thing they said was, "Hello, sweetie."
Elizabeth curled her lips, tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to ask for help, but it was Tang Xili who snatched the phone away and said straight to the point in Chinese: "MAX, long time no see. Your precious daughter is in my hands. If you want her to survive, come to see me in Huaguojing City."
After that, he brought the phone to Elizabeth's cheek, grabbed her ear, and forced her to make a sound.
Elizabeth was like a frightened bird, her whole body trembling, and she burst into tears in fear, "Wuwuwu...it hurts, Daddy, come and save me..."
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The Venetian, Macau
In the extravagant casino, Max heard his daughter's cry for help on the phone. His face changed drastically. He wanted to say something, but the other end hung up.
He wasn't even given a chance to speak.
His face instantly turned sinister. He picked up his coat, pulled his chair back, and stood up to leave.
At the same gambling table, a young man wearing a floral shirt and holding a cigarette in his mouth was leaning lazily on a leather chair opposite him.
Seeing Max about to leave, he reached out to take out the cigarette from his mouth and asked, "Max, what's wrong?"
Max didn't want to say more, and only apologized, "Song, let's talk about business another day. I'm going to Beijing North."
Han Song didn't ask any more questions, "Okay."
After they left, Han Song extinguished his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and beckoned to his subordinate, A Luo, "Go check if anyone is trying to sabotage the business."
A Luo immediately sent someone to investigate.
Three hours later, A Luo returned and leaned over to whisper in Han Song's ear, "Brother Song, it seems his daughter was kidnapped by Evelyn."
Han Song was stunned. "Who?"
A Luo whispered, "The one you love but cannot have..."
Han Song raised an eyebrow, and the arrogant figure who was as cold as an immortal and as cruel as a venomous snake automatically appeared in his mind. His thin lips curled up, "In Beijing?"
He stood up and said, "Let's go to Jing City and have a look..."
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