She didn’t know if the call had been made to Jing Hao, whether the result would be different, but now, none of that mattered.
Perhaps she just wanted a reason to feel utterly despaired over him.
This way, they could finally be completely done with each other.
His earlier text ssage flashed through her mind again.
’Her life or death is none of my concern. You can kill or torture her, as you please.’
Qiao Mo let out a soft laugh. Laughing and laughing, a tear quietly overflowed from the corner of her eye and fell down.
...
The reporters seed not to expect the press conference would end so quickly. One by one, they looked at each other, and after realizing it, they stood up again to bombard with questions, and so even chased after him down the hallway.
However, all of these people were stopped by security, unable to ask him any more questions.
Fu Nancheng quickly left the scene, and after returning to the office, he grabbed Qiao Yun’s collar: "What exactly did the text ssage say!"
Qiao Yun still refused to speak, but he could see clearly that she was stalling for ti.
He clasped her neck with one hand, lifting her up.
Qiao Yun’s feet left the ground, her face turning the color of pig liver: "Cough... cough... If you strangle to death, you’ll never know where she is."
His gaze was chilling as he cruelly whispered near her ear: "I’ll give you the final ten seconds."
After catching her breath, Qiao Yun’s face turned pale. Leaning on the desk, she looked at him and laughed: "She’s been kidnapped, with a bomb strapped to her body."
Fu Nancheng’s face froze: "Where is she?"
Qiao Yun shrugged: "That, I don’t know. The kidnappers demand the money be transferred to their account within an hour, otherwise they’ll kill her."
Fu Nancheng checked his watch; more than forty minutes had passed since the phone rang.
"The account?"
"The account..."
Faced with his interrogation, Qiao Yun’s face beca sowhat pale.
She was eager for Qiao Mo to die, how possibly could she rember the account.
Just then, Fu Nancheng’s phone rang again.
He quickly opened it and imdiately saw Qiao Mo, bound to a chair, her face pale.
And the bomb before her had only an eight-minute countdown left.
’Mr. Fu’s courage is impressive, but you can go to the old factory outside the west suburbs to collect Miss Qiao’s body.’
"What does the ssage say?" Qiao Yun asked tentatively.
Fu Nancheng pushed her aside with a shove and dashed out of the building without looking back.
At the sa ti, he imdiately redialed the phone number, but unfortunately, it had turned into a busy tone.
Fu Nancheng quickly edited a text ssage to send back: "Account!"
But the phone had seemingly been destroyed by the other party, and the ssage disappeared without a trace.
He slamd a fist onto the steering wheel, tossed the phone aside, and drove madly towards the west suburbs, instructing Fifteen to arrange personnel and dispatch the nearest people for a rescue.
Xiao Mo, you will be okay.
Promise , you will definitely be okay, you will definitely be okay!
Fu Nancheng’s eyes were red, the black car like a panther disappeared from everyone’s sight before they could see it clearly.
...
But the company was quite a distance from the west suburbs, so even if he pushed the speed to its limit all the way.
By the ti Fu Nancheng reached the west suburbs, forty minutes had already gone by since he received the text ssage.
The car cruised along the bumpy road, and finally, from a hundred ters away, he saw police cars and officers.
The nearby officers and troops had rushed as fast as they could, but the criminals had apparently calculated the ti, making everything... just too late.
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