"Ah."
A piercing scream of unbearable pain echoed through the entire alley.
"Speak, where is she exactly!"
Usually sleazy to the extreme, Fan Jian now had a ferocious look with a murderous glint in his eyes, holding an iron rod stained with blood.
In front of him, more than a dozen people lay unconscious.
Besides, there was still one person who was awake but whose facial features were almost painfully twisted together. It was none other than Hu, who appeared in the video.
"Speak, where have you hidden Miss Ruoshuang exactly, who is behind this?!"
Fan Jian shouted again, interrogating.
Hu gasped heavily, his chest bones already caved in.
In front of him, a camera was set up, recording the whole process. If he confessed, everything would be saved as evidence by the camera.
He deeply regretted it, never expecting that kidnapping a young girl at the boss's command would bring such a fearsome mob.
