In the utmost rage, Mo Jingshen rushed in, only to see much medical staff had been wounded and some were attacked from behind and still unconscious. In the ICU where she was staying, all the medical equipment was cut off and the sickbed was empty.
They were too far away from here and only medical staff was allowed to enter the ICU. Even he wouldnât be able to tell whether those people were real medical staff or not, let alone Qin Siting. So when the others had found out about it, Ji Nuan had been taken away.
At this time, Mo Jingshenâs cell phone rang. He took a cold look at the screen. The call was from Qin Siting. He picked up the call and heard Qin Siting said seriously, âWeâve found them and surrounded where they are, but they have Ji Nuanâs life in their hands. They demand you to talk to them in person. I think they just want to get the information they want from you and take Atuta as a pretext.â
âIâll be there right away.â Mo Jingshen hung up with a straight face and turned to walk out.
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The huge hotel room was silent. A few Cambodians watched the pale woman on the bed. She had not woken up since they had stolen her here a few hours ago. They even wondered if they had stolen a dead person. Could they threaten Mo Jingshen with her?
But they had heard that this woman called Ji Nuan was the only weakness of Mo Jingshen. They believed they could threaten him with this woman.
âWill she die here?â A short man looked at the woman on the bed, feeling that she looked just like a dead person without any reaction at all.
âEven if she dies, Control will try to take her body back. Be patient. He will be coming soon.â
âWeâve been surrounded by the people of XI Base. Isnât it too dangerous for us... We havenât rescued Boss yet. Shall we rescue Boss first...â
âAre you stupid? As long as we get the information from Control, the money will be ours! Boss has been caught by them so many days ago. Now he must be dead or disabled and wonât be able to lead us anymore even if we rescue him. Just forget about him. Letâs do it ourselves!â
One of them put a finger under Ji Nuanâs nose and after a while, he said worriedly, âShe is hardly breathing... If she dies here, will Control kill us all? For example, blow up the building?â
âAs long as her woman is still in our hands, he wonât dare to do it. Weâve already stolen this woman. What are you afraid of?â
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As these people were discussing what to do, Mo Jingshen had arrived.
âThey are upstairs and hold Mrs. Mo as a hostage. They threatened that if you didnât talk to them in person, they would throw Mrs. Mo down from the balcony of the top floor.â K who had come here earlier with Qin Siting came over and said, âMr. Mo, these people arenât very loyal to Atuta. I think such mercenary men are easier to deal with than overly loyal ones. Be careful. Weâll follow you behind.â
The men asked him to go up in person and not to carry a gun.
Standing on the luxurious carpet in the hotelâs secluded hallway, Mo Jingshen stretched out his arms and let two Cambodians search him, who allowed him to go into the elevator after making sure he didnât carry a gun.
On the top floor of the hotel, he walked out of the elevator and his tall and straight figure was as cold as a sharp blade. Seeing there were several men guarding at the door of a room, he coldly walked over and said tauntingly, âYou are really bold. How dare you abduct my woman?â
The men guarding at the door didnât understand English or Chinese. Seeing Mo Jingshen come up alone, they paused and put on a ferocious look, speaking in Cambodian, âMr. Control, your womanâs life is in our hands. Itâs not that easy for you to enter this door. Youâd better give it a second thought whether you want her life or the money that you have planned to give up. You donât want those things anyway. You might as well just give them to us!â
They werenât sure whether Mo Jingshen could understand their words. When they were wondering how to communicate with him, Mo Jingshen said indifferently, âTell your present leader to get out.â
He was speaking Cambodian.
These people were all stunned. Atuta had said that Mr. Control was very difficult to deal with, no matter in intelligence, means, or other aspects. Many of their friends had suffered in his hand. But they didnât expect he could even understand Cambodian.
One of the men calmed down and threatened, âMr. Control, our present leader used to be Atutaâs strongest man. He said he would release your woman as long as you give us what we want.â
Mo Jingshen suddenly drew a step back as these people pressed on towards him threateningly. He seemed to be withdrawing, but when these people drew near and were about to catch him, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the neck of one of them, giving a cold smile. âWhat makes you think you can threaten me? If my woman losses a string of hair here, Iâm afraid I canât control myself and spare your lives...â
Although he had just said a few words, the atmosphere had become suffocatingly intense. These men instantly pointed their guns at him, but he just stared at them coldly. All of a sudden, his aura became frightening and dangerous.
Before they realized what had happened, Mo Jingshen had pointed the gun in his hand between the eyes of one of these men.
The man whose neck was grabbed by him was startled and looked at the man who was pointing a gun at him.
Mo Jingshen took this gun from him, but he moved so fast that he didnât even notice it.
This man called Mr. Control in their circle was the brain and one of the bosses of XI Base, but very few people saw he fight with people. They didnât know he was so good at martial arts!
Mo Jingshen in dark shirt and trousers looked coldly at them, looking casual yet dangerous, he said coldly, âRelease her.â