The two left the Duan Family.
When they came out, they felt rather aimless, and they took a car to a seaside area.
It was one of the directions they woke up at initially.
Of course, the sea was far, far away, so far that they couldn't specify an exact location.
A week later.
Duan Lao told the two that Xiao had been bought by a wealthy Mexican businessman, whose detailed identity was unknown. His friend bribed a staff member to get some clues, suggesting a man in his fifties or sixties, blond, Caucasian, with the most noticeable feature being that he had only three fingers on his left hand and was accompanied by many bodyguards.
"A Mexican businessman..."
Qu Tan'er frowned, still unable to find out his name.
Luckily, there was a lead to follow.
Mo Liancheng smiled gently, "Tan'er, having this much isn't bad, is it? It's better than knowing nothing at all. At least the chance of finding out has increased a bit."
"Yes."
"When should we go to Mexico?"
