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His brother also turned his eyes and looked at him in surprise.
Youyou sipped his lips quietly.
There was no timer or anything on him that could track time; thus, he was keeping track of it in his head since he had been locked in.
It might not be exact, but he could not be far his deduction. In this regard, his attunement to numbers was pretty incredible.
Startled, the man looked at his watch and was visibly taken aback.
It was exactly 11:30 at night.
Not a minute earlier or later.
The man frowned in puzzlement. How could this boy tell the time so accurately?
Could he be...
Suspicious, he opened the cell gate, walked to him, and searched him again entirely to no avail.
The man was really bewildered this time and asked, âHow did you know the time now?â
The child answered lazily, âI guessed it!â
â...â The man found the reply doubtful and fishy yet could not find anything suspicious on the kid. He could only clap the boyâs face and threatened, âRascal, let me warn you: Donât try anything funny. Do you understand?!â
âWhat can you do with me if Iâm playing games with you?â The boy cocked a brow mockingly.
He was openly challenging the man with his cool retort.
The man sniggered and employed scare tactics typically used on children. âWhat can I do? I can finish you off and feed you to the dogs!â
Little Yichen was incensed when he heard that.
However, his brother only replied calmly, âYouâll have to die alongside me if you finish me off.â
The man asked with a start, âWhy must I die with you?â
âThatâs because I canât die. If I, as your bossâ hostage, die, how can he get the shares to the Mu empire?â The boy smiled sarcastically upon saying that.
The man was too stunned to say anything at that moment!
The kiddo nowadays could not be easily bluffed; all were as smart as imps!
The man snorted. âAll right, kiddo; you know well, but thereâs something youâve failed to consider. It isnât necessary to keep a hostage alive! Once our boss gets the shares, your little life is over, too!â
The boy could discern the threat in the manâs tone and expression, though his face remained composed. Sneering, he asked, âWhy? Are you going to eliminate the hostages?â
The kidnapper could not help marveling at the little ladâs maturity despite his tender age. The boy was beyond his age of six or seven in his manners and speech!
The man gave a creepy smile. âEliminate the hostages? Scared? Youâd better behave yourself, then, and stop provoking us. If not, I donât mind teaching you a lesson!â
Youyou looked up lazily. He seemed determined to antagonize the man further with his frigid wit. âWhat can you really do other than threatening to eliminate me? Donât you find yourself childish?â
âYou!â Truly aggravated by now, the adult caught hold of the boyâs collar with a deep frown. âRascal, you are hell-bent on challenging me, arenât you? Do you think I donât dare to beat you up?â
There was a strange noise coming from behind him.
Distracted, the man moved to turn around when the boy smirked coolly.
âWhy are you laughing?â
The man really detested his smile; it made him uneasy and chipped off some of his confidence.
âIâm laughing at your stupidity.â The boy straightened his spine; his dignified presence was as tyrannical and haughty as his fatherâs.
The man creased his brows in uncontrollable rage! This rascal was out to make fun of him!