In the suburbs of Tianshui City stood a secluded warehouse. Hardly anyone ever came near it, and it was practically abandoned. All around it lay heaps of assorted metal scrap.
At that moment, a group of people had gathered inside the warehouse. They were none other than Zhou Quan and his men.
"Boss, we've finished searching the area."
A man in black looked at Zhou Quan and said, "There's no one around, and hardly anyone ever comes to this warehouse. It's basically a dumping ground. Even if someone yelled at the top of their lungs here, no one would hear them."
"It's a good place to hide people."
Another man in black spoke in a low voice. "Over the past few hours, we've also investigated Xia Ping's family and checked every surveillance camera along the route, as well as our escape path. We've gone over everything thoroughly. There won't be any problems."
"Once we abduct Xia Ping's family, we can disappear without a trace and retreat safely to this warehouse. The police won't find a single clue."
He was an experienced kidnapper and knew this sort of thing inside and out.
Zhou Quan was pleased. "Well done. Xia Ping just won the Fighting Tournament. He's in the spotlight, and the whole city is watching him. He's a public figure. If he disappears, it'll cause a huge stir."
"You must leave no loose ends. If the police spot any flaws, we're all finished."
His tone was stern, leaving no room for failure.
At that, one of the men in black hesitated before saying, "Boss, we still have no proof that Xia Ping killed Zhou Ding and the others. If we go after them and it turns out we've got the wrong person, we could end up in serious trouble. Whatever else