Chapter 821： Your brother is in our hands

From the evening until eight o'clock in the evening, Yan Jinxiu was still nowhere to be seen, and the phone was turned off.

"Buzzing—"

Suddenly, in the quiet environment, the ringtone and vibration of the mobile phone broke the silence.

Yan Zhixu saw the unfamiliar number on the screen, and without hesitation, swiped the green button with his long, fair fingers to answer.

A rough and broken Chinese voice came from the other end of the receiver before she spoke.

"Miss Yan, I'm sorry to tell you that your brother is in our hands."

"I'll give you 40 minutes to think about it now. If we don't see all the research and development materials for Parkinson's drugs, then you're ready to collect his body."

"Reminder, don't think about calling the police, or I can't guarantee that your dear brother will be short of arms and legs."

Hearing the threat of the man in the receiver, Yan Zhixu's cat eyes flashed dangerously.

Her fingers rubbed the smooth phone case, glanced at the family members sitting in the living room, turned upstairs and went back to the room.

His voice was cold, "Give me the address, don't touch him, I'll bring what you want."

The person on the other side didn't speak Chinese fluently, and the taste of plastic in a mouthful was preliminarily judged to be a foreign spy.

"Dududu-"

There was a busy tone in the receiver, followed by a cold notification tone from the system, and the person on the other side had hung up.

After a minute, the mobile phone received a text message, and when I clicked it, it was a photo of an old and dilapidated construction site.

Yan Zhixu sent the photo to Fu Shimo together, explained the cause and effect of the incident, and quickly changed into a pair of lightweight long-sleeved trousers and sneakers.

His phone calls, "This project is near Qingquan Road. I'll rush over now. Don't worry, I'll keep your brother safe."

The man's low, hoarse, magnetic voice had a calming effect.

"Okay."

Yan Zhixu was calm and hung up the phone.

Going downstairs and passing the living room, she saw Yan Zheng put down the financial newspaper in her hand.

He asked in a warm voice, "Ah Xu, are you going out so late? You have small arms and legs, why don't I let the bodyguards come with you?"

There are a lot of hooligans outside this big night, and Axu is born like a flower, will it be unsafe?

Yan Zhixu copied one hand in his pocket, "I have something to go out to deal with, I'll be fine by myself, and I'll be back as soon as possible."

Seeing her insistence, Yan Zheng was full of frustration, staring at the back of her leaving, anxious and worried.

Nan Wenshu, who was sitting beside him: "..."

Kekekeke, worry is messed up. It's not the first time that A Xu has gone out alone, so why is he so worried?

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Abandoned engineering building.

The houses that have not been renovated are dilapidated and old, and some have not even installed windows, and the cold night wind is blowing and shivering.

There were five or six burly foreign men standing in the room, and a group of people patrolled outside with weapons in their hands, and the security was heavily guarded.

On a stool in the middle, a teenager in casual sportswear was tightly bound by ropes, and his mouth was sealed with transparent glue, unable to speak.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Yan Jinxiu struggled constantly, her face was rebellious, gloomy as ink, and her eyes were full of red blood.

I don't know what material this rope is made of, and even if my wrist is bleeding, I can't break free.

He heard the leader call to threaten his sister, and the turmoil became more and more violent, and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

fuck!

Damn, he's gotta kill this bunch of **** when he escapes!