The entrance to the small Hunan Cuisine Restaurant was surrounded by countless men in black, forming an impenetrable ring, yet the surroundings were deathly silent.
On that cold winter night, Lin Yechen walked out of the restaurant wearing only a white shirt and knocked respectfully on the car window.
Through the sea of people, Zhou Nanxing watched the glass slowly lower, revealing eyes concealed in shadow and a sharply defined, intimidating face.
"Speak."
The deep, resonant voice rang out. Just one word, yet it carried a suffocating chill, an oppressive presence rising of its own accord.
Lin Yechen bowed slightly. "They deliberately covered their tracks. The license plate was fake, and they took back roads without surveillance cameras."
Shao Ke glanced at him coolly, the coldness in his eyes almost tangible.
Even the steady, composed Assistant Lin found it difficult to breathe under that pressure. "But... we've identified them."
As long as they showed their faces, their information could be obtained immediately.
The man inside the car said nothing more. Everyone else held their breath until the window rose.
Lin Yechen dared not relax for a moment, issuing orders nonstop over his phone. When the news of Yan Ningke's disappearance arrived, Shao Ke had merely looked at him once, and a bone-deep chill had surged through him.
He did not even dare imagine it. If something really happened to Yan Ningke, then...
The group of hackers they kept on the payroll was not just there to delete nasty comments. Those money-loving kidnappers might have had a few tricks, but in this age of networks and big data, as long as they dared leave the slightest trace, someone could track them down.
"Boss, we've found him!"
Ding!
The transfer notification and the last known location of the vehicle used to abduct