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Chapter 605 Yuan Gege, I Believe in You

Chapter 605: Chapter 605 Yuan Gege, I Believe in You

"Of course, I want the money, and I want to spend it alive, but beautiful lady, no matter which path I choose today, I will walk out of here unscathed and with a sum of money, whether it’s given by you or Fu Shinian, the outcome will be the same. I don’t need to change my plan just because of your few words. It does me no good."

"Then you should know, Fu Shinian is not easy to deal with."

"With the child in my hands, what is there to fear from him?"

Ji Qingluan stopped talking. He looked at Qiqi and Wen Shaoyuan, who were showing signs of waking up, and frowned slightly: "Your target is Fu Shinian, so this little boy has nothing to do with you. Let him go, and I’ll stay here in his place."

"To let him go and call the police?" The man chuckled lightly: "I’m not that stupid."

Ji Qingluan, seeing Wen Shaoyuan on the ground starting to stir, felt an increasing sense of anxiety. However, the man before him was impervious to both soft and hard tactics. For a moment, Ji Qingluan really didn’t know what to do.

"You must have heard my conversation with that woman before coming down here, right? Then you should also know what I intend to do with this child. Honestly, he won’t get out alive, whether you stay for him or not, I won’t let him go."

As the man finished speaking, Wen Shaoyuan was slowly coming to his senses. It took him a few seconds to grasp the situation he was in. However, he was not too surprised but quickly turned his gaze towards Qiqi, who was still bound there.

Having just woken up and drugged, his strength failing him, Wen Shaoyuan still used all his energy to crawl towards Qiqi and gently stroke her face:

"Qiqi, Qiqi, wake up..."

"Waking up, huh?" The man saw this and laughed softly: "Good, I don’t have a necrophilia fetish anyway."

Ji Qingluan frowned at his words:

"He’s just a child."

"A child who is about to die. How he dies is my business." The man looked at Ji Qingluan: "What about it? Are you going to die for him?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Wen Shaoyuan by the collar and imprisoned him in his embrace. Wen Shaoyuan had been entirely focused on Qiqi, so he was oblivious to his surroundings. Now, being held by the man, he finally saw Ji Qingluan opposite him and was taken aback:

"Aunt Qing?"

Ji Qingluan looked at Wen Shaoyuan and forced a smile: "Don’t be afraid."

The man also smiled:

"So you do know each other, but it’s no use. You can’t save him from my hands, and you can’t get away either. If I were you, I wouldn’t have followed here, let alone stand fearlessly in front of me trying to launch a sneak attack. But it’s been a while since I’ve seen such a courageous woman like you. Since you’re so brave, you might as well watch what I’m going to do next closely, and broaden your horizons."

Having said that, the man pushed Wen Shaoyuan away. Wen Shaoyuan fell to the ground but immediately got up and went over to Qiqi’s side. Although he knew his own strength was insignificant, he still held Qiqi tightly, as if that could protect her.

The man threatened Ji Qingluan with a gun. She really couldn’t move. She could only let the man tie her up with ropes, binding her together with Qiqi. Wen Shaoyuan watched Ji Qingluan with tearful eyes:

"Aunt Qing, does Dad know we are here? Will he come to save us?"

Ji Qingluan smiled, offering Wen Shaoyuan a comforting smile:

"They will come, don’t worry, they definitely will come."

Eventually the conversation between the two woke up Qiqi, who opened her eyes to the completely unfamiliar and dangerous surroundings and was still unable to react. However, seeing the man with an unpleasant face opposite her, her eyes immediately reddened; she was scared.

Wen Shaoyuan was very happy to see Qiqi awake, but along with happiness was an even greater worry. He truly did not know how to ensure Qiqi’s safety under such circumstances. Facing that man, even Aunt Qing couldn’t contend with him, so what could he, an 8-year-old child, do?

"Brother Yuan..." Perhaps out of extreme fear, Qiqi’s voice was very low and trembling slightly. Wen Shaoyuan hugged her tighter and comforted her by her ear: "Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you, I will protect you. You believe me, right?"

In Wen Shaoyuan’s embrace, Qiqi nodded her head:

"I believe you, Brother Yuan."

Qiqi’s trust in Wen Shaoyuan came from the bottom of her heart; she believed in him even more than she believed in herself.

The man had been watching the three for a long time without speaking, then slowly shifted his gaze onto Ji Qingluan, and a few seconds later, a cold smile curled up on his lips:

"You just said that someone will come to save you. Did you call the police before coming here?"

Ji Qingluan nodded:

"Otherwise, how do you think I dared to come here alone?"

The man did not speak, his gaze still fixed on Ji Qingluan’s face, seemingly probing the truthfulness in her words. Ji Qingluan was lying to begin with, but she had to appear confident without any sign of panic to make him somewhat believe her. However, Ji Qingluan couldn’t notice what her expression really looked like, nor could she be sure whether the man in front of her would actually believe her.

After what felt like a long time, the man laughed:

"In that case, it looks like I’m doomed."

"You might still have a chance to escape now."

"I don’t like the taste of being a fugitive." The man frowned slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory: "I’ve been drifting for three years, it’s better to die now than to continue wandering."

Ji Qingluan could not have imagined that he would be so indifferent to life and death. She was even more puzzled as to why, if he disliked being a fugitive, he would still engage in such dangerous activities. Didn’t he know Fu Shinian’s methods? Didn’t he know the kind of people he had provoked?

The man lit a cigarette and took his time smoking it, but each second of this time was like torture to Ji Qingluan, filled with agony and fear, like a slow slicing execution. You never know when the next cut will come, and with what force it will fall.

Just when Ji Qingluan was about to break the silence under this emotional stress, the man finally finished his cigarette. He threw the butt on the ground with force, stamped it out, and then let out a cold smirk:

"Since I’m going to die anyway, I might as well do what I wanted and enjoy myself before I die."

After saying this, before Ji Qingluan could figure out how to respond, he had already strode over and picked up the only unbound Wen Shaoyuan again, and then slammed him onto the ground beside him, mounting him without any gentleness.