Lu Zheng and Lin Wan left hand in hand. They had only just reached the roadside not far away when two people approached from behind, pressing icy gun barrels against Lu Zheng's lower back.
"Don't talk. Get in the car!" A cold voice came from behind them, while a black Mercedes-Benz van had already pulled up beside them.
Lu Zheng and Lin Wan exchanged a glance, then obediently got into the vehicle without another word.
Handcuffs were put on, hoods were pulled over their heads—everything looked thoroughly professional.
"Who are you people? Is there some misunderstanding? We're just Hua Country tourists. I want a lawyer..."
"Don't talk, or we'll shoot you dead!" A vicious voice rang out. Lu Zheng and Lin Wan nodded repeatedly in "fright."
The people in the car exchanged looks, all unable to stop themselves from revealing disdainful smiles.
"Hua Country people are always such cowards!"
The vehicle drove for an hour before entering an abandoned warehouse somewhere within Gaul Country.
They stopped, were dragged out, then taken into a room and forced into chairs.
"Take off their hoods."
Once Lu Zheng and Lin Wan's hoods were removed, they saw the middle-aged man who had previously lost one hundred million to Lu Zheng standing before them.
"It's you?" Lu Zheng said in "shock."
Lin Wan glanced back at Lu Zheng. That shocked expression was far too fake.
Besides...
Lin Wan lifted her eyes and looked at the burly man standing behind the middle-aged man. He was the man who had pointed a gun at her waist in Monte Carlo, the bodyguard who had stayed near Robert in Interlaken without ever revealing his identity.
"What do you mean? Can't afford to lose? Let us go, now!" Lu Zheng shouted.
"Let you go?" The middle-aged man sneered. "You