Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 263 The Yellow River Flows into the Sea
"Boss, in the North American market, the sample vehicles we submitted for testing are stuck on safety crash and emissions standards. The agency's attitude is... extremely demanding, repeatedly raising minor details and even requirements that exceed current mainstream standards." The manager in charge of overseas business said in a low voice, "Every time we make improvements, they raise new ones. It feels... like they're deliberately delaying."

"In Europe, several major countries have suddenly tightened import quota restrictions, especially for complete vehicle imports from emerging industrialized Asian countries. Our application... has been ignored."

"The Japanese market..." The manager paused, his face showing frustration, "Toyota, Nissan, and other major domestic automakers have reacted extremely strongly. The several potential dealers we tried to contact all received overt and covert warnings and boycotts; no one dared to take our cars."

"The situation in South Korea is similar; there are high walls of local protectionism that are impossible to cross."

Bad news followed one after another. The doors to the European, American, Japanese, and South Korean markets were firmly shut by "standards," "quotas," "domestic protection," and blatant industry-wide boycotts.

The new ship that Huanghe Automobile had just set sail from the harbor has run headlong into an impenetrable wall.

The atmosphere in the office was oppressive.

A huge world map hangs on the wall, with regions symbolizing developed markets covered by striking red markings, like gruesome wounds.

"As expected." He Yuzhu's voice broke the silence, without anger, only the understanding that he had already known everything.

He stood up, walked to the map, and ran his finger across the glaring red area before finally stopping at the vast African continent and Southeast Asia.

"Since the 'civilized world' doesn't welcome us, let's go to places where cars are needed more."

His finger pointed to the map:
Southeast Asia: Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia. What do they have? Rice, rubber, palm oil, timber, tin ore.

“Africa: Nigeria has oil, Zaire (DRC) has copper and cobalt, Zambia has copper, South Africa has gold and chromite... and there is a food shortage.”

He Yuzhu turned around and said loudly, "Tell the Ministry of Trade to change our strategy. Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea want cash? We don't have a hard currency advantage. But Africa and Southeast Asia are short of vehicles, especially sturdy and durable trucks and utility vehicles! They have the minerals, food, and raw materials we need!"

"Use our trucks to exchange for their ore and grain! Don't just focus on the profits from exporting whole truckloads, becoming middlemen, or engaging in resource swaps!"

"Specific operations: Contact mining companies, large plantation owners, and state-owned trading companies in the target countries. Tell them that the Yellow River's 'Rock Solid' trucks are strong and capable of carrying heavy loads, suitable for their road conditions; and the 'Warrior' jeeps are sturdy, durable, and easy to maintain. We don't want dollars or pounds; we want to exchange them for ores, rice, rubber, and timber! We will handle the transportation to the port, and they will handle loading the resources we need onto the ships!"

"Prices will be calculated based on international commodity trading prices, and both parties will send personnel to verify the quality. Transportation costs will be shared. A barter trade contract will be signed to circumvent foreign exchange controls."

The instructions were clear and pragmatic, carrying a do-or-die spirit.

Soon, the Yellow River Trading Company team, carrying thick product brochures and barter plans, flew to Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, Lagos, Kinshasa, Lusaka...

The negotiations were difficult and arduous.

In Bangkok, Huanghe's "Rock" trucks are being used to transport Thai fragrant rice.

Truckloads of rice were transported from warehouses in the Chao Phraya Plain and loaded onto bulk cargo ships to receive them, while brand-new Yellow River trucks drove into the fleets of Thai transport companies and large plantations.

In the copper mining region of Kolwezi, Zaire, Yellow River's negotiators haggled with the mine owner over a bottle of inferior whiskey in a shabby office.

Ultimately, batches of crude copper ingots were loaded onto cargo ships bound for the Far East, in exchange for "Rock" trucks that could run on the muddy roads of the mining area and "Warrior" jeeps for management use.

Johannesburg, South Africa.

The owner of a company that provides heavy equipment support services to mines looked at the "Rock" truck information and barter plan brought by the Yellow River Trade Representative, his rough fingers tapping on the table.

"Cr? We have that. But can your vehicles handle the roads in the mining area? Can they move our equipment?"

“You can specify a route for on-site testing,” Huang He said, neither humble nor arrogant.

Three days later, a fully loaded Rock truck completed a rigorous test on a harsh slag road in South Africa, with satisfactory results.

A barter contract was signed, exchanging Yellow River "Rock" trucks for high-carbon ferrochrome from South Africa.

The wheels of Huanghe Automobile finally rolled over the hard ground under the shadow of racial segregation, and batches of ferrochrome, a key raw material used in the smelting of special alloy steel, traveled across the ocean to become reserves for Huanghe Industrial Refinery and future materials research and development.

The cargo ship is sailing on the high seas.

On a ship bound for Africa, brand-new Yellow River trucks are neatly lined up on the deck, their front ends facing the sea breeze.

On a ship returning from Africa, the huge hold contained copper ingots gleaming with metallic luster and heavy, dark chromite ore.

On a ship returning from Southeast Asia, the cargo hold was piled high with sacks of rice and bundles of natural rubber.

The Yellow River Group's dedicated berths at the dock are becoming increasingly busy.

New York, the apartment shared by He Yushui and Wang Siyu.

Outside the window, the cold rain of early winter continued to fall, tapping against the glass and bringing even colder air.

The room was warmly lit, and He Yushui was hunched over her desk, writing furiously as she made her final push for an important course paper.

Wang Siyu was flipping through the Patent Law on the sofa in the living room, occasionally making marks with a pen.

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the wet streets and dim streetlights outside.

Downstairs at the apartment building, across the street, in an inconspicuous Chevrolet sedan, two men in dark trench coats with stern faces sat quietly, rain streaming down the car window.

They were sent out by the North American branch of Taishan Security to guard the perimeter.

At the entrance of the apartment building, a security guard posing as a resident loitered near the lobby.

As night deepened, the rain continued unabated, the streets were deserted, with only the patter of rain falling.

Suddenly, in the alley behind the apartment building, several dark figures moved swiftly along the wall like ghosts, their movements precise and silent, completely avoiding the range of the streetlights.

They were dressed in dark combat uniforms, their faces were smeared with paint, and they carried pistols fitted with silencers.

"Action." A cold command came through the earpiece.

The shadowy figures accelerated instantly. The two pounced on the Chevrolet across the street, their movements as swift as lightning.

The sentry inside the car had just noticed something amiss and hadn't even had a chance to draw his gun when a muffled "thud" of a silenced pistol rang out, two sprays of blood appeared on the car window, and the figure inside the car slumped down.

Almost simultaneously, the security guard at the entrance of the apartment building felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. A tactical gloved hand covered his mouth and nose, and a cold blade instantly severed his throat. He didn't even see the attacker's face.

The elevator stop indicator light inside the building lit up strangely.

"Bang!" The heavy wooden door of the apartment was blown open by the explosive cord, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Ah!" He Yushui exclaimed, looking up as her pen fell to the ground.

Wang Siyu reacted extremely quickly, instantly jumping up from the sofa and smashing the heavy glass ashtray next to her at the first dark figure that rushed in.

The dark figure clearly hadn't expected one of its targets to be so skilled. The ashtray struck the attacker squarely in the face, producing a dull thud and the sound of bones cracking. The attacker groaned and took a step back.

"Sister Rain, take cover!" Wang Siyu shouted sharply, while simultaneously crouching and rolling to dodge a bullet fired by another attacker. The bullet grazed her shoulder and hit the wall, sending sparks and debris flying.

She grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, and instead of retreating, lunged at the nearest enemy with ruthless precision, a move befitting a life-or-death struggle.

However, the attackers were numerous, well-trained, and well-equipped.

Although Wang Siyu was quite skilled, instantly taking down one person and slashing another's arm, she quickly found herself in a desperate situation in the confined space, facing several guns and a well-coordinated attack.

"Thud!" A bullet struck her left shoulder, the force of which caused her to stagger.

"Siyu!" He Yushui looked on in horror and tried to rush over.

"Don't come any closer!" Wang Siyu screamed, enduring the excruciating pain, and with all her might, flung the fruit knife away, forcing back a guy who was trying to grab He Yushui.

Just then, another attacker kicked her hard in the side shoulder.

"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking rang out. Wang Siyu felt a sharp pain that made her vision go black. Her body slammed uncontrollably against the wall before crashing heavily to the ground. Her left collarbone was visibly deformed, and blood instantly stained her clothes.

The excruciating pain and blood loss caused her to lose consciousness rapidly.

"Target A under control! Target B seriously injured!" one of the attackers reported quickly, while simultaneously rushing forward and roughly knocking the struggling He Yushui unconscious, covering her head with a black hood, and hoisting her onto his shoulder.

"Take them all away and retreat! Clean up the scene!" The leader glanced at Wang Siyu, who was unable to resist on the ground, and, confirming that she posed no threat, coldly gave the order.

The group quickly carried the unconscious He Yushui and the seriously injured Wang Siyu away, disappearing into the mess of the apartment and the rainy night, just as they had come.

The entire process, from breaking down the door to evacuation, took less than five minutes.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless, just like a special operation.

The apartment was left with only the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, and a scene of utter chaos.

Hong Kong, early morning.

The tranquility of the He family villa was shattered by the urgent and piercing ringing of the telephone.

He Yuzhu sat up in bed almost instantly, his eyes sharp as a hawk's in the darkness.

Being able to get through to the emergency line in the bedroom at this time means something extremely important has happened.

He grabbed the receiver: "Speak."

On the other end of the phone was Lao Bai, the head of Taishan Security's North American branch, his voice hoarse with immense grief and fear: "Boss... something's happened! New York... Miss Yu Shui and Miss Si Yu... were kidnapped! The protection team... Group 3, all six people... all... all killed! The other side... was a professional team, and they were extremely ruthless!"

He Yuzhu's hand holding the microphone made a soft "crackling" sound from his knuckles as he gripped the microphone, which was unusually clear in the deathly silent room.

In the darkness, his face was expressionless, but the chilling killing intent emanating from him made the temperature in the entire room seem to plummet to freezing point.

He didn't ask "what happened" or question "why".

Taishan Security was established by him, and its core members have followed him all the way.

The fact that all six elite soldiers were killed means that the opponent was an extremely professional and ruthless opponent with a clear target—He Yushui.

"Location? Time? Remains at the scene?" He Yuzhu asked succinctly.

Old Bai quickly reported the apartment address, the time of the incident, the preliminary results of the on-site investigation (explosion, silenced weapon, clean and swift killing), and a few blurry letters and symbols written in blood on the edge of the bed sheet by some unknown woman (which may be clues she noted down).

"You need to investigate secretly based on the clues. Once you find out, don't act rashly. You are no match for them."

"Yes! Boss!"

He Yuzhu put down the phone and sat quietly in the darkness for ten seconds.

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity; a storm was brewing in his eyes, a thunderous rage capable of destroying everything.

Then, he stood up, calmly put on his clothes, dialed another internal line, and his voice regained its absolute calmness, yet contained a more terrifying will than before: "Wolf's Den, this is Taishan. Awaken 'Wolf Fang,' Level One combat readiness. In civilian clothes, I want to see them standing at Kai Tak Airport within two hours. Target: New York."

A cold, emotionless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Understood. Wolf Fang, Level One alert, assemble at Kai Tak Airport in two hours."

He Yuzhu hung up the phone and started getting dressed. Xiaoman, who had already been woken up, asked, "Brother Zhu, will Yushui and the others be alright?"

"They must have ulterior motives for kidnapping someone, but they should be fine for now," He Yuzhu reassured him.

"What about your parents?"

"Don't tell anyone I'm going to New York. Keep things stable at home."

"Okay." Xiaoman nodded. Having spent a long time with He Yuzhu and seen many ups and downs, Xiaoman was no longer the girl who would always blush.

He Yuzhu was startled awake when he went out. The elderly man in the villa was a light sleeper.

Then Chen Lanxiang came over and asked, and Xiaoman said it was a business matter and brushed it off. After Chen Lanxiang left, Xiaoman's face was full of worry.

Two hours later, somewhere outside Kai Tak Airport.

Twelve security guards stood like soldiers under the car lights.

They were dressed in civilian clothes, with upright postures and no extra equipment, but they exuded a chilling aura that had been tempered by blood and fire.

His eyes were sharp and calm, like polished obsidian, reflecting the pale light of the hangar.

They are the "Wolf Fangs," the core and sharpest fangs of Taishan Security, forged by Old Wolf and tempered by He Yuzhu himself.

This was the first time they had been awakened, and all the team members were both nervous and excited.

The leader was none other than "Old Wolf," a man with a muscular build, standing there like an ancient sword sheathed, its sharpness concealed yet its murderous aura intimidating.

He gave He Yuzhu, who was striding towards him, a silent military salute, the movement concise and powerful.

He Yuzhu's gaze swept across each silent and resolute face like that of a hawk, assessing their condition. When his eyes reached the middle of the group, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

The face was young, tanned, and much more defined than when he left home, with muscles taut beneath his clothes.

Her eyes no longer held the carefree spirit of her youth, but instead held a deep, almost cold focus—that was He Yuyao!

He Yuzhu suddenly remembered that after his younger brother graduated from university, he did indeed take the initiative to join the most rigorous "Wolf's Den" special training camp. He agreed at the time, thinking it was just a way to toughen him up.

These past few months have been so busy that he completely forgot that the kid had completed his training and become a member of "Wolf Fang"!
This trip is very dangerous. Even Wolf Fang couldn't guarantee that everyone would be unharmed. He didn't want his younger brother to take this risk!
"He Yuyao!" He Yuzhu's voice suddenly rose, still clear amidst the roar of the hangar engines, "Step forward!"

"Yes!" He Yuyao stepped forward, his movements as precise as if measured with a ruler, and stood in front of He Yuzhu, his eyes looking straight ahead, his voice loud and clear.

"Who sent you?" He Yuzhu stared at him, his eyes sharp as knives. "Return to camp immediately! This operation has nothing to do with you."

He Yuyao did not back down. Meeting her brother's gaze, her voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable resolve: "Reporting to the commander! I am a formal member of 'Wolf Fang,' codename 'Lone Wolf'! The emergency assembly order for this mission has been signed, and I am qualified to participate!"

"Qualifications?" He Yuzhu stepped forward, almost nose to nose with his younger brother, an invisible pressure suddenly erupting. "Do you know where you're going? Do you know what you're facing? It's a professional assassin capable of silently eliminating six of our elite fighters! It's a den of dragons and tigers!"

"I know!" He Yuyao's voice rose a few decibels. "I heard Brother Bai's phone call! North America! Six brothers sacrificed! Second Sister and Third Sister have been kidnapped!"

His chest heaved violently, his eyes fixed on He Yuzhu: "That's my second sister! That's my third sister! They've been kidnapped in a foreign land! Their fate is unknown! Brother, you want me to go back? Go back where? Go back to the barracks and sit there waiting for news?!"

He Yuyao's voice was stubborn: "I am a son of the He family! I am the soldier you trained! At a time like this, you want me to hide? Brother, I am not a coward! I can fight! I will bring my second and third sisters back even if it kills me!"

The two brothers faced off in silence. The cold air seemed to freeze, and Old Wolf and the other team members stood like statues, their eyes lowered, yet their entire bodies were taut.

He Yuzhu looked at the burning, all-consuming flame in his younger brother's eyes, and at the hard lines left on his face after the naivety had faded.

He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes. It was the same look he had seen every time he returned from Beijing. He wondered if He Yuyao and He Yuxin had the same look in their eyes, and now even the older He Yuyan had the same one.

Protecting their family is ingrained in the bones of the He family's sons. They don't want their eldest brother to bear all the burdens, so they are all working hard in silence.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

He Yuzhu's jawline tightened and then relaxed. In the end, he didn't say another word, but just looked at He Yuyao deeply, a look that contained too many complex emotions—sternness, worry, and a hint of indescribable…acknowledgment.

Just then, a car drove up, and a security guard got out and jogged over.

"Have you bought the plane tickets?"

"I've bought the tickets, boss. I'll transit in Hawaii and take off an hour later. I'll be using my new identity."

"To the airport!" He Yuzhu turned around abruptly, no longer looking at his younger brother, and strode towards his car.

He Yuyao's tense body suddenly relaxed, and then an even stronger fighting spirit surged up.

He straightened his back, turned quickly, and joined the ranks with standard tactical movements before getting into the car he had come in.

An hour later, the doors of the Boeing 747 bound for New York slowly closed, and the roar of the engines suddenly increased.

The Boeing 747 accelerated down the runway, its head held high as it pierced the deep night, carrying 13 men filled with murderous intent, hurtling towards New York across the ocean.

Twenty-odd hours later at New York Airport.

The massive Boeing 747 silently descended, its tires screeching briefly as they rubbed against the ground before coming to a steady stop at the end of the runway.

The hatch opened, and a biting cold wind rushed in instantly.

After exiting the airport, He Yuzhu looked around. "Where are the people who were supposed to meet me?"

"We're here," Old Wolf said, pointing to several black Chevrolet Suburban SUVs.

"Don't be too flashy, get in the car from a distance."

"Yes." The old wolf ran over.

Then the vehicles drove off to a more remote and secluded location.

He Yuzhu and the others walked over, and several security guards with equally cold and hard auras got out of the car. The one in charge was one of the operation leaders of Taishan Security's North American branch, codenamed "Leopard Head".

"Boss!" Leopard Head strode forward.

"How's the investigation going?"

"The other party's methods were very professional; they are suspected to be former special forces soldiers. They erased most of the traces. Our bodies have been recovered." His voice choked with emotion.

"What about the remaining clues?" He Yuzhu didn't waste time mourning and went straight to the heart of the matter. The brothers who sacrificed their lives must be avenged, but the most important thing now is to find them!
Leopard Head handed over an enlarged photograph showing the edge of a blood-stained bed sheet, with several characters scrawled in blood: `[F]? G` followed by what appeared to be a blurry symbol resembling a "7" or "Z", but the rest was blurred by blood and could not be seen clearly.

“F? G? 7? Z?” He Yuzhu frowned.

The range is too broad; it could be abbreviations of personal names, place names, license plates, organization codes, or even room numbers.

"We're cross-checking all relevant records in New York, including known hostile forces, suspicious individuals who recently entered the country, and gangs or companies associated with 'F' and 'G'," Leopard Head said rapidly. "Our people dare not make any large-scale movements, for fear of alerting the two ladies and endangering their safety."

He Yuzhu nodded silently. The opponent was obviously well-prepared and had been planning for a long time. They might even have some understanding of Taishan Security's monitoring methods.

New York is so big that finding two people who have been deliberately hidden is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The "Wolf Fang" team members boarded the vehicle quickly and quietly.

He Yuzhu sat in the back seat of the lead SUV, with Lao Lang and Leopard Head sitting on either side.

He Yuyao, after being signaled by Lao Lang with a glance, got into the second car.

The convoy started, all headlights off, and like ghosts blending into the night, drove away from the abandoned airport and sped towards Manhattan.

Hong Kong, Ho Family Villa, early morning.

The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the oppressive silence once more.

This time, the call was made to the landline in the living room.

Chen Lanxiang, who had been feeling a bit uneasy last night, didn't sleep well and is now sitting in the living room.

She was clearly startled when the phone rang. She patted her chest a couple of times to calm herself down before answering the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

A voice, clearly altered by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone, speaking in English: "Yellow River Industries, Mrs. He Fei? Listen carefully: He Yushui and Wang Siyu are in our hands. If you want them to live, prepare fifty million US dollars. Old bills, not consecutive numbers. Specific delivery method, to be notified later. Remember, if you call the police, or if there is any attempt to track them, you will receive a part of their body as a souvenir."

"I do not understand what you're saying."

The other party was clearly a bit confused; they weren't on the same wavelength.

Just then, Xiaoman came downstairs, and Chen Lanxiang hurriedly said, "Xiaoman, come and answer the phone. They're speaking foreigners on the phone, and I can't understand what they're saying."

Xiaoman answered the phone and asked in English, "Is anyone still here?"

They simply repeated what they had just said.

After listening, Xiaoman replied as quickly as possible: "I am He Fei's wife. Fifty million US dollars is no small amount, and it's in cash. We need time to raise it. I need to hear their voices to confirm that they are still alive."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed only by the crackling of electricity.

Then, a short, suppressed sob was heard—it was a woman's voice!

Immediately following was a muffled, fearful "Help..." that was abruptly cut off, followed by a muffled thud and a suppressed groan of pain.

Xiaoman held back from saying the word "rainwater," afraid that Chen Lanxiang would overhear something.

"Did you hear that? You're still alive." The electronic voice spoke emotionlessly. "You have 72 hours to prepare the money. The next call will tell you how to pay. Don't try anything funny." The call was abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone.

"Xiaoman, who called? It doesn't sound like a human voice," Chen Lanxiang asked from the side.

"Mom, he's from our New York branch. He probably has a sore throat."

"Oh."

"Is nothing wrong over there?"

"It's nothing, just about investments. Their time is the opposite of ours; they're almost off work in the evening now."

"By the way, where did Zhuzi go? He left in such a hurry yesterday?"

"He has urgent business to attend to at the company, and he'll be back in a few days."

"Hey, he's just destined to be a workaholic. Even though he's rich, he's still so busy."

"Mom, many of Brother Zhu's men are waiting for him to pay their wages to support their families."

"Never mind, I don't understand your situation. Tell him to take better care of his health."

"I understand, Mother. Did you not sleep well last night? Why don't you go back and get some more sleep?"

“My heart started pounding last night. I had a feeling something was going to happen. I kept waking up after sleeping for a while. Your dad was going to his Meixin place during the day, and I was afraid of disturbing his rest, so I came down.”

"Dad, get up quickly. Why don't you go upstairs and get some more sleep?"

"Well, I'm getting old, I can't even sleep soundly anymore," Chen Lanxiang muttered as she walked upstairs.

Xiaoman watched Chen Lanxiang's retreating figure, her lips pressed tightly together. Sure enough, mother and daughter are connected at heart. The old lady had a premonition as soon as her sister-in-law had an accident, and she couldn't sleep at all.

She didn't dare to delay, so she went upstairs to He Yuzhu's study, picked up a phone, and dialed a number.

"Old Bai, it's me."

"Madam, please speak."

Xiaoman repeated the kidnapper's words, and Lao Bai said, "Madam, the boss is still flying in the sky. He will receive the letter when he arrives here, and I will pass it on."

"The money?"

"Let me ask the boss, this is no small amount, do you think we can come up with the money?"

"Three days is a long time."

"I understand, and I will pass it on to the boss."

"When he arrives, have him call home, but not the living room."

"Okay, ma'am."

A secluded safe house in Lower Manhattan, New York.

This place has been converted into a temporary command center.

The walls were covered with New York maps, traffic maps, and various markings.

He Yuzhu had only been inside for two minutes when Leopard Head came over.

"Boss, Brother Bai wants to speak with you."

"where?"

"It's this way." Leopard Head said, leading the way.

"Old Bai, is something wrong at home?"

"Boss, it was Madam who called. There's an extortion call from New York."

Then Lao Bai relayed Xiaoman's words.

"okay, I get it."

"Boss, should we send some more people to help you?"

"Keep the house safe and don't alert anyone else."

"Yes."

"About the money?"

"I'll call home later. Oh, and two more things for you. First, find out who in Hong Kong has been in contact with New York or has connections here, through the underworld. Second, find out where the international call came from; you can ask Orion for help."

"Yes, boss, what happens after we find out?"

"They've got a close watch on him." He Yuzhu's voice was so cold it could freeze you.

"Yes."

Then He Yuzhu dialed the phone in his study.

Xiaoman's voice, strained to suppress her sobs, came through the phone. She quickly relayed the contents of the extortion call, He Yushui's desperate cry for help and the interruption, as well as the 72-hour deadline and the demand for fifty million US dollars.

“Brother Zhu… Mother is very unsettled; I’m afraid this can’t be kept secret for long. What… what should we do? Should we really prepare the money?” Xiaoman’s voice was filled with helplessness.

“Xiaoman, listen to me. You’re the pillar of this family while I’m not home, so you can’t panic, understand? Yushui and Siyu should be safe for now. The kidnappers are probably only after money. If they call again, tell them it’s fifty million US dollars. We’re doing our best to raise it, but three days definitely won’t be enough, since we’re not in the US and currency exchange takes time. We’ll give them every penny, but they have to guarantee the safety of those two girls, and they’re not allowed to hit anyone again. That’s also part of the deal.”

"I...I understand! Brother Zhu, you must save them!" Xiaoman nodded vigorously, as if she had found her pillar of support.

"Wait for me to take them home."

"Brother Zhu, what about Aunt Ping?"

"Don't tell her and Uncle Yu that they are Hong Kong police and have no jurisdiction over New York. Besides, given their identities, it would be unpredictable if they rashly got involved."

"understood."

"Also, keep my absence a secret. Just pretend I've been at the villa the whole time."

"I know that, don't worry about things at home."

"Let anyone who dares to cause trouble make a scene first, as long as it doesn't involve my family. I'll deal with them when I get back."

"You mean someone will take advantage of this?"

"I'm not sure, but this is definitely not a simple kidnapping. How could these people know about Yu Shui and the others' identities?"

"I understand."

"Alright, I'm hanging up. If you have any news, just contact Lao Bai directly. I can't keep an eye on the phone all the time."

"it is good."

As soon as He Yuzhu hung up the phone, the atmosphere inside the safe house instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Everyone felt the almost tangible killing intent emanating from the boss.

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