Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
Zhuang Zhiping replied firmly, “Correct. You must drink it and die, it is the only way to keep House Zhuang and my daughter safe.”
Zhuang Zhiping would only obey what Old Madam Feng had ordered her to do. Feng Sujin wanted to say something but Zhuang Zhiping didn’t give her the chance. She fainted from a blow on the head and they melted sleeping pills in water and forced it down.
…
It wasn’t until late when the manor’s manager realized that their young madam wasn’t home and panicked. He called Master Jun’s assistant, Ye Xing, and reported it. Ye Xing quickly dialed young madam’s number but the call wouldn’t go through. He arranged some people to look for her but they couldn’t find her anywhere.
Ye Xing’s expressions changed drastically when he realized that something might have happened to the young madam. He didn’t dare to hide it and immediately called the internal number, reporting it to Master Jun.
Jun Mohan was commanding something in the dark night but he quickly picked up the call and his expressions changed when he heard Ye Xing’s report. Dim lights flashed across his eyes and he immediately ordered, “Use the Dark Pavillion and find her as soon as possible.”
“Yes, sir!”
Ye Xing’s heart trembled. The Dark Pavillion was the power behind Master Jun and he wouldn’t use it in normal life situations, but he ordered them to move without hesitation in order to find their young madam; obviously, that the young madam was very important and special.
After Jun Mohan hung up the call, he grasped the phone tightly, almost shattering it. He put the things in Ye Di’s control as he quickly ordered a plane to fly back to Beiquan City.
An hour later, Jun Mohan arrived at Beiquan City, and Ye Xing went to pick him up and reported the newest information to him. Ye Xing sensed the coldness emitting from Master Jun and thought that he was going to kill someone.
Jun Mohan questioned coldly, “Still haven’t found her?”
“Not yet. However, it is too coincidental that all the street cameras by her work were broken. We haven’t found any useful clues at the moment but the kidnappers seemed to be very familiar with Beiquan City and avoided all the traffic cameras.”
Jun Mohan paused in his tracks, “Time won’t wait, go to House Feng with me.”
Although Jun Mohan knew that his Dark Pavillion could definitely find Feng Sujin, they needed some time to achieve it. He couldn’t wait any longer; Feng Sujin’s situation became more dangerous with every single second he waited. It was obvious that someone created this situation to kill her.
Ye Xing drove quickly to House Feng. A few cars with Jun Mohan’s fully geared subordinates followed behind.
It was late and everyone in House Feng had gone to bed, but they were woken up by the noise.
Jun Mohan and his subordinates broke through the guards with ease and kicked the front door open. With a loud bang, the front door came to its end.
“Who is it? Who dares to break into House Feng?”
“Do you want to die? What’s making a fuss in the middle of the night?”
“Where are the security guards? Bodyguards?”
…
House Feng’s people all cursed as they got up, but almost fainted in horror when they saw the people standing in the living room.
Where did this death god come from?
A group of bodyguards stood there with metal rods in their hands, looking like they were ready to fight.
And the man standing at the front was cold and noble, and his looks — stunning and breathtaking, with brows and eyes like a painting; an imperiousness could be felt through his delicate looks.