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"What is the purpose of this group of people?" Zhan Ziye touched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips and rubbed his neck, which had been leaning forward all this time. He looked away to ease the awkward atmosphere between them. He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his parched throat.

"If I'm not wrong, it's to get the money." Du Liqing scanned Zhan Ziye up and down and noticed the insignia on his suit and leather shoes. Ye Zichen rubbed his forehead helplessly, while faintly feeling that being rich might not be good.

Zhan Ziye felt the heartache in Du Liqing's eyes as they flashed by. He pursed his lips and pretended he didn't notice anything. He smiled but did not speak about the purpose of the robbers' actions. He did not seem to be afraid of his misgivings from before, instead, he was confident in his own abilities.

He leaned back against the pillar behind him, hands behind his head, thinking about how to get out of here. He crossed his legs and casually hummed a song.

Just as Du Liqing was about to ask again, Zhan Ziye grabbed her shoulder. He whispered the next plan in her ear and used his hands to cover it, so as to avoid the people outside secretly monitoring him. From then on, he told her everything about his plan.

After listening to the details, Dudian felt that it was not very feasible. His line of sight blurred to a small box on the cabinet not far away. He stood up carefully and walked over. He opened the door of the cabinet, took out the box and put it behind him. Then, he quickly returned to his original position.

After everything was prepared, Zhan Ziye regained his unbridled and unbridled appearance. He picked up a blade of grass and shouted towards the outside, "Men! Bring me some water. Do you want to die from thirst without even any water?"

The guard outside heard the sound and was about to curse when he noticed the boss's expression. Straightening his back, he heard the cold voice of the other party, "Bring the water in."

After giving a few simple instructions, he turned around and left the place. He stood in front of the warehouse waiting for his Battle Father to arrive. At the same time, he was also ensuring Zhan Ziye's temporary well-being.

The subordinate could do nothing but obediently go to a place not too far away where there was water. He casually grabbed a bottle and walked back. Hearing the chattering voice of Zi Ye of the civil war in the warehouse, he felt slightly uncomfortable, so he said, "The water is here, stop calling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked in. The door just happened to be ajar. Du Ruqing, who was standing behind the door, knocked him out with a box just at this moment. Just as he was about to fall to the ground. Zhan Ziye took big steps to support his body. At the same time, he caught the water bottle that was about to fall to the ground.

The other gatekeeper was playing with his cell phone and didn't notice the sound at all. The two of them looked at each other. Zhan Ziye consciously lifted the water man's shoulder while Du Ruqing lifted his feet. The two of them worked together to carry him behind a cabinet and laid down.

As soon as he put that person down, Zhan Ziye patted his clothes and opened the bottle of mineral water. Drinking a mouthful, he directly threw the bottle to the side and angrily yelled in the room, "What kind of water is this? It's so hard to drink! Scram!"

The guard standing outside heard these words, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. He looked down on the two of them and could not help but ridicule them loudly, "You two are about to die yet you still do not know how to beg for mercy, and you still want to drink good water, go ask Yama King for some!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room went silent. This made him feel strange, so he curled his lips and didn't say anything more. His legs felt a little tired from standing, so he pulled a wooden chair over and sat down.

The man had been waiting outside for a long time, but he still hadn't seen his brother who had gone in to bring him water. He couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. He called out a few times, but got no reply. With a frown, he pushed open the half-closed door and walked inside, ready to take a look.

"Where's my brother?" Seeing that Zhan Ziye and Du Ruqing were still obediently staying at their original positions, they looked around and still couldn't find their brother. They walked over to Zhan Ziye and gave him a heavy kick on his thigh, questioning him in dissatisfaction.

A trace of coldness flashed across Zhan Ziye's eyes as he sat there. He pretended to be in pain as he held his leg, his face filled with pain. He frowned and hooked his fingers, indicating for the man to lean his head over.

After he did as he was told, Zhan Ziye turned his body and knelt down on one knee. Without saying anything further, she used her hand to grip his neck and used her hand to cover his nose and mouth. She forced him to faint before she let go.

"He's not dead, is he?" Du Liqing, who was watching from the side, noticed that the strangled man had rolled his eyes. He felt a faint sense of panic in his heart. He could not help but ask, but felt that her words had become louder, so he subconsciously covered his mouth.

Zhan Ziye patted the dust off his arm and shook his head. Standing up, he patted his knees purposely. His gaze swept to the door but he didn't sense the presence of anyone else. He grabbed Du Liqing's hand and pulled her away.

Outside the warehouse, Battle Father had just arrived five minutes ago. He took out his phone and called the bandit boss. After the call was connected, he coldly said, "I'm here. Where are you guys?"

The robber did not know that his father had secretly arranged for the police to go outside the warehouse. Seeing that he was the only one on the road, he secretly rejoiced. His finger unconsciously played with the two pearls. He didn't know that at this moment, Zhan Ziye was already on the road to escape.

"Bring Mr. Zhan here." The leader of the kidnappers ordered his subordinates, and at the same time, he purposely used them to lure the others in. If there wasn't, then he would take both the man and the money.

The subordinate quickly walked to the side of his battle father. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but he was not a gentleman at all. One held a knife to his father's back, forcing him to move forward. The other purposely covered his eyes with a black cloth.

The police who had been hiding in the shadows since before their battle father arrived saw this scene. None of them acted rashly, and only fixed their eyes on their battle father. At the same time, they paid attention to the locator in their hands.

"Idiot, who allowed you to face Mister Zhan like that?" The War Father was led by the group to one of the old warehouses, where the bandit boss entered. Seeing that he had been blinded by his subordinate, and noticing the saber in the other person's hand, he kicked the person who was holding the saber and coldly berated him.

The man standing beside his battle father immediately took off the black cloth in front of him without saying anything. The person who was kicked immediately hid the blade in his hand. The two of them carefully and diligently apologized to the old man. At the same time, they also apologized to Mr. Zhan.