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Chen Feng's words were ultimately somewhat reserved. He wasn't deliberately being coy; he simply didn't want to come across as a charlatan and attract unnecessary trouble in the future.

Moreover, he had already told others about the two preconditions he had put forward, so there was no reason to change them now, otherwise wouldn't he be contradicting himself?

Furthermore, although he felt some sympathy for the Zhao family's plight, he knew he wasn't that noble enough to risk his life and travel to Luzon, a country known for its barbarity and chaos.

He's not short of money, and with his abilities, making money would be incredibly easy for him.

Moreover, he and Zhao Jinfu were not related, and his relationship with Xiao Jinhan was not deep enough for them to go to great lengths for each other. Even if something did happen between him and Xiao Jinhan's daughter, it was purely because she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

In short, Chen Feng owes these two people nothing, so why should he waste his time and energy taking such a risk for them?

Thinking about all this, Chen Feng felt a strong sense of resentment towards Xiao Jinhan. It was obvious to anyone that the old man must have received bribes from Old Zhao, or needed something from him, to be so eager to drag him into this mess.

As expected, Xiao Jinhan was unusually enthusiastic about this matter and immediately took the initiative to speak: "You and Xingrong have actually met before, so you can be considered acquainted. He was there when Dong Shanming held a banquet to apologize to Yaoyang, and he even came over to toast you. I remember very clearly that you even chatted with him for a few words at the time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng frowned involuntarily and asked in a deep voice, "Is that so?"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Jinhan quickly nodded: "Of course I do, how could I be wrong? If you don't believe me, you can look at his photo right now."

As he spoke, Xiao Jinhan gave Zhao Jinfu a wink, signaling him to show the photos to Chen Feng.

Zhao Jinfu understood immediately, hurriedly took out his phone, frantically searched for a photo of his nephew Zhao Xingrong, and respectfully handed it over.

Chen Feng took the photo and looked at it closely. The man in the photo was about fifty years old, with a round face and big ears. He did look somewhat similar to Zhao Jinfu, and he did look vaguely familiar.

Of course, familiarity is not the key factor.

Most importantly, the moment he saw the photo, a strange feeling welled up in his heart—this Zhao Xingrong was still alive!

He's still alive?
This thought filled Chen Feng with surprise and doubt.

If Zhao Xingrong is still alive but has not contacted his family, it only means one thing: he is still imprisoned, unable to escape, and still in danger.

This situation is quite similar to the one involving Dong Shanming last time. After being kidnapped, he was hidden in a cellar in a remote orchard, completely helpless. If Chen Feng hadn't found him in time, he would probably be a skeleton by now.

If Chen Feng hadn't sensed that this person was still alive, that would have been fine, but he did sense it, which put him in a dilemma.

If he deliberately concealed the truth, it would be tantamount to refusing to help someone in distress, and he wouldn't be able to get past his own conscience. But if he did tell, it would mean taking responsibility, and it would mean personally going to Luzon, to that chaotic place, to rescue people.

Neither of these two choices made him feel like he had lost out big time.

So, in the end, it's all Xiao Jinhan's fault, that old fox!
"Well, do you remember now?" Xiao Jinhan reminded him from the side, "Zhao Xingrong, chairman of Xingrong Group, mainly deals in metal products and also has some real estate projects. Xingrong went to Luzon this time at the invitation of the government to discuss investing in iron ore mines there. Who would have thought that it would be a complete trap? He was completely unreachable shortly after he arrived there and got off the plane."

Chen Feng frowned and asked, "The security situation in Luzon is so chaotic, didn't he take bodyguards with him when he went out?"

Zhao Jinfu quickly replied, "Yes, we brought two bodyguards, both highly skilled veterans. There's also a secretary and a vice president, making a total of five people."

Chen Feng pressed further, "What about the other four? How are they doing now?"

Zhao Jinfu sighed and replied, "The two bodyguards were shot dead on the spot. The other side had guns, while our men did not, and it was a deliberate sneak attack. As for the secretary and vice president, they were released after we paid the first ransom."

"If that's the case, then why was your nephew killed after you paid the money? Are you really sure the other party killed him?"

Zhao Jinfu sighed, his voice even more sorrowful: "The other party initially demanded an exorbitant ransom of 200 million, which we couldn't raise in cash at the time, so we could only bargain with them. Later, through a middleman with some influence over there, I negotiated a settlement of 30 million. But to ensure they would keep their promise after receiving the payment, we agreed to release them in batches. We first transferred 10 million to them to release the secretary and the vice president. They did keep their word at first and released both of them. After confirming that the secretary and vice president were safe, we transferred another 20 million to them, but this time they didn't release them on time. And it's been almost half a month since then. Master Chen, do you think my nephew... still has any hope of survival?"

Finally, the old man Zhao Jinfu couldn't help but take out his handkerchief and vigorously wipe his eyes.

After listening to this detailed account, and seeing the old man's tearful appearance, Chen Feng felt extremely conflicted.

He found it very difficult to convince himself to stand idly by and watch someone die without offering any help.

Zhao Jinfu and Xiao Jinhan were both shrewd old men, their ability to read people was already superb. Seeing Chen Feng's constipated expression, the two quickly exchanged a glance, already having some guesses in their minds.

Especially Zhao Jinfu, who was already anxious and experienced, became extremely agitated in an instant. He stared intently at Chen Feng and asked in a trembling voice, with great anxiety and anticipation, "Master Chen... is it... is it my nephew... is he still alive?"

Xiao Jinhan had initially thought Chen Feng had some way to find Zhao Xingrong's body, but upon hearing Zhao Jinfu's words, his eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately asked, "Chen Feng, you wouldn't have actually figured out that Xingrong is still alive, would you?"

Grass!
Chen Feng had already cursed Xiao Jinhan's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind. He was furious and secretly decided to go back and have a good "talk" with Xiao's daughter to vent his anger.

Ultimately, Chen Feng was too kind at heart, and he couldn't get over his own inner hurdle. He wasn't the kind of cold-blooded, ruthless person who could disregard life.

Faced with someone who may not be dead yet, or even someone waiting for him to save, even if it's just a chance encounter, even if they're not related, he can't remain indifferent, much less stand by and watch them die.

In the end, Chen Feng couldn't bring himself to harden his heart. He forced a bitter smile, sighed, and said, "I do have a vague feeling that he might still be alive, but I can't be 100% sure."

"Really...really!" Old Zhao exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to grab Chen Feng's arm. His cloudy eyes shone with boundless joy.

Old Zhao, a seasoned and wealthy man who had weathered many storms, quickly regained his composure despite his initial emotional turmoil. He grasped the key point and spoke with utmost sincerity, each word ringing with conviction: "Master Chen, if you can help me rescue my nephew, I'll offer you half of my Zhao family's fortune! Whatever you want, I'll give you, as long as I, Zhao Jinfu, can afford it! Even if in the end... you fail to rescue him... I'm still willing to pay you fifty million as a reward. I, Zhao Jinfu, mean what I say!"

This promise is undeniably weighty and brimming with sincerity.

Even if the person cannot be saved in the end, they are willing to pay a reward of 50 million, which is enough to buy several lives.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng has long lost his sense of money; he is now a walking money-printing machine.

However, Zhao Jinfu's statement ultimately made him feel much better.

This at least shows that Zhao Xingrong's life was indeed precious in the eyes of the Zhao family, and that his adventure was worthwhile and valuable.

At this moment, Xiao Jinhan spoke up with a serious expression, reminding him, "Chen Feng, you can't make a mistake about this. Do you really sense or calculate that Xing Rong is still alive?"

Chen Feng rolled his eyes at him, then explained, "If he were already dead, I definitely wouldn't be able to sense anything. But just now, when I was holding his photo, I did feel a faint sense of unease. That's why I concluded that he might still be alive. Of course, things can change, and it's possible that he might have met with misfortune in the short time we've been talking."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinfu jumped up from his seat, grabbed Chen Feng's arm tightly with both hands, hunched over, and almost pleaded, "Master Chen, I beg you to save my nephew's life immediately! I'll kneel down before you!"

As he spoke, the old man's knees buckled, and he made a move to kneel down before Chen Feng.

Fortunately, Chen Feng was now exceptionally skilled and quick-witted, and he easily caught him and helped him up. Seriously, being forced to kneel before a seventy-year-old man would be considered a bad omen, bringing misfortune and shortening one's lifespan.

Chen Feng stood up and shook his head with a hint of helplessness, saying, "Old Zhao, you don't need to do this. Since I've already said this much, it means I've decided to help."

"Thank you! Thank you so much! As long as you can bring Xingrong back to safety, you will be a great benefactor to our Zhao family. Take whatever you want from our family. I will absolutely keep my word. Even if you want half of my family fortune, I will not say a word. Jin Han can be my witness."

Xiao Jinhan immediately responded solemnly from the side: "I can vouch for Old Zhao. Old Zhao's reputation in Xiuzhou over the past decades is absolutely indisputable."

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "As you all know, I'm not short of money, and half of your fortune is useless to me. However, I can't help you save someone for nothing. How about this: if I can successfully save your nephew, your Zhao family will donate 5 million yuan to the Red Sunset Charity Foundation. This is a charity foundation that I co-founded with some friends in Beijing, specifically for caring for elderly people living alone in rural areas. I'll just hold the nominal position of vice president, and Dong Shanming will be the chairman. Does that sound alright?"

“Yes, yes! Of course!” Zhao Jinfu immediately nodded in agreement without hesitation, and added, “This is an incredible act of kindness! I never knew there was such a good charitable foundation before. If I had known earlier, I would have donated long ago. So, Master Chen, if Xingrong can return safely this time, I am personally willing to donate 6 million yuan.”

Zhao Jinfu is indeed a man of great courage and decisiveness. Without even blinking, he directly added another 100 million. This amount is not much different from the amount Chen Feng used to treat the foreigners by drawing blood.

Consider this a friendly price for our compatriots back home.

"Alright, it's settled then. I believe that with Old Zhao's reputation, he will definitely keep his word," Chen Feng said solemnly.

Xiao Jinhan interjected again, "Don't worry about that, I'll vouch for you."

Zhao Jinfu was quite decisive and immediately said, "I can write you a written agreement right now!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly found paper and pen, and wrote a promise on the table right there and then, and finally pressed his fingerprint on it heavily.

Chen Feng did not stop him, after all, words are not enough. Moreover, Xiao Jinhan, the middleman and guarantor, had virtually no credibility with him.

So, after Zhao Jinfu finished writing the document and handed it to him, he took it, glanced at it briefly, and nodded, saying, "Alright, it's settled then. Let's get started right away."

"Give us your orders, and we will follow your instructions." Zhao Jinfu said excitedly, his posture extremely humble.

Chen Feng didn't mince words and went straight to the point: "First, use your connections to get visas for me and the people I need to take to Luzon as quickly as possible. Second, you should try to contact the local police force in Luzon and get their support. These two points are crucial; otherwise, if we arrive late or don't have local cooperation, it will be difficult to launch a quick and effective rescue operation even if we get there."

As for the dangers of traveling to Luzon, that's relative. As long as Chen Feng can establish contact with the local police and receive official support and protection, his safety shouldn't be a major problem.

In addition, he would definitely need to bring several capable bodyguards with him and try every means to equip them with guns.

Not to mention, he also possesses the extraordinary ability to foresee danger in advance.

Therefore, even if there are risks involved in this trip, they are entirely within his control.

From the moment he made his decision until now, he has not sensed any signs of danger. This means that he should not encounter any mortal danger in the next few days, and by then, he will certainly have returned from Luzon.

"Alright, alright, I'll do whatever you say. I'll contact XX right away. He owes me a huge favor from back then, and it's time for him to repay it!"

After saying that, Zhao Jinfu immediately picked up his phone and quickly walked to the side to make a call.

Time was of the essence; saving lives was urgent and there was no time to lose. After a moment's thought, Chen Feng also called Qin Zhen.

Zhao Xingrong is a well-known entrepreneur in Xiuzhou City, and Qin Zhen, as a member of the Xiuzhou police, has both the obligation and the responsibility to participate in this rescue operation.

Of course, Chen Feng's main reason for approaching him was somewhat self-serving; he wanted Qin Zhen to benefit from his own involvement in this international rescue operation, thus gaining merit for a promotion and a raise. After all, this guy was about to become a father, and it was precisely the time when he needed achievements.

It was just a few minutes before noon, during lunch break, so Qin Zhen shouldn't be working overtime, and the call was answered quickly.

"what's up?"

"Do you know about Zhao Xingrong's matter?"

"How did you know about this?" Qin Zhen immediately asked back.

“I’m with his uncle right now.”

"What are you doing there? Do you two know each other?"

"We just met today; Xiao Jinhan helped introduce us."

"What do they want from you?"

"Let me help... find Zhao Xingrong's body."

“...Say it again, you fucking idiot. I didn’t hear you clearly.”

"I said, let me help find Zhao Xingrong's body."

……

Chen Feng spent two or three minutes briefly explaining the situation to Qin Zhen, followed by a long silence.

After waiting for more than ten seconds without the guy speaking, Chen Feng frowned and urged, "Speak!"

Qin Zhen then spoke with a complicated tone, "I had heard from my colleagues about the time you found Dong Shanming, but I thought it was just hearsay and didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect you to tell me now that it was actually true?"

Chen Feng laughed and said, "I knew you already knew about that."

"Yes, I know, but I certainly don't believe it. We've known each other for so many years, do you think I don't know what you're capable of?"

"You really don't know about my super intuition."

"Can you guarantee that what you're saying is true and that you're not lying to me?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Okay, then I'll go with you this time. It's not like it's the first time anyway."

"Okay!" (End of Chapter)