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Immediately, the little girl was petrified with fear, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me... I’m a good person, not a bandit! Wuuu~ Help, don’t kill me~~ Wuuu!"
Then, came her terrified cries, which abruptly stopped without warning, leaving only the final sound of a faint whimper, clearly a broken voice of pain.
Xie Jingchen’s gaze turned icy. Because the dense trees obstructed the view and the distance was outside the range of his spiritual power, the sound was clearly coming from the very center of the encirclement. It was then he realized that a little girl had been taken hostage without his notice.
"Damn it!" Xie Jingchen cursed under his breath, giving Yan Jinchang a look. Yan nodded, crouched down, and quietly opened the rear car door, then, along with the sharp screams of the woman, locked the rear door again before blending into the shadow of the car and vanishing entirely.
Yan Jinsu had manually locked the door right at the moment people were locking it. It wasn’t surprising that she was so anxious; her children were in the back seat, after all!
Upon hearing the little girl’s cries for help, everyone in the car tensed up, including the least capable Wang Chunmei who, upon hearing the pitiful screams, felt a surge of nervousness and worry for her.
Yan Jinsu, although sympathetic, still gently stroked her belly, occasionally glancing back at her children.
At this moment, her Soul Crystal was damaged. Although she had a method to repair it, she still couldn’t use her spiritual power in the short term. Furthermore, she was pregnant, which made her extremely vulnerable right now.
If it weren’t for the three beloved little ones inside her, she would definitely not remain so quietly silent. It wasn’t that she was cold-hearted; both she and Wang Chunmei understood that they would only be burdens at this time. To keep quiet was to give their side a better chance of victory and give the hostage a better chance at survival.
He who cries out at the first sign of trouble determines success or failure.
"Those on the other side, listen up! Get out of the car immediately, or I’ll kill this woman I’m holding!"
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the orange-red twilight was incredibly gorgeous. However, the ferocious bellow that came from the forest opposite caused the faces of Yan Jinsu and the others to drastically change.
Hu Zhengjie and Ma Shan exchanged glances. Ma Shan then calmly instructed Wang Chunmei, who was in the back seat, "Chun Mei, don’t get out. Stay down in the back seat and keep quiet, understand?"
Wang Chunmei was so frightened that her voice trembled, responding slowly with a muffled groan, "Mhm."
Immediately, Ma Shan and Hu Zhengjie exited the car, one in front and one behind. Chun Mei didn’t dare make a sound, so as not to disturb the two warriors; her hand covering her mouth pressed even harder.
As soon as Ma Shan and Hu Zhengjie got out of the car, they closed the doors and each took a Type 54 pistol, standing back to the vehicle and vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
"The car in the back, get the hell down here! If you don’t come out, our guns might just go off!" Despite the tree trunk lying across the road being thick, the branches and twigs were bare in the chilly winter, giving a clear view of several men suddenly surrounding it from behind.
"Hey, you keep talking about having a hostage, but where is she?" Hu Zhengjie didn’t fall for it, signaling with his hand behind his back while yelling back confidently.
Hu Zhengjie had his reasons to doubt. Although he had heard the girl’s cries and screams, he noticed that among the four or five men upfront, not a single one was a girl.
Unexpectedly, from even further away, the little girl’s crying was heard again: "Don’t, don’t—"
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