Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Four -- Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five
Chapter 164: Kidnapping car? He suddenly remembered that the car he passed by just now was from Mingchuan City, and it was obviously not a taxi.
He hurriedly got into the car and chased after her in a hurry
Fei'er woke up with a burst of bone-chilling pain. When she opened her eyes again, she was already tied up in a dilapidated basement.
The cold ropes tied her hands and feet tightly, and she was alone in the cold basement.
Her first instinct told her that she had been kidnapped.
Listening to the noise of drinking and fistfighting outside, "I heard that our boss was bankrupted by Mo Yichen. Now that his wife has left with the child, Mo Yichen seems to be dead this time."
It seemed that the people outside were the ones who were looking after him. Fei'er's heart was tense, every inch of his nerves were pulled and the pain was severe. They kidnapped him for Mo Yichen.
She looked around. There were no clues in the empty house. It seemed that the idea of escaping by herself was impossible. Only by waiting for them to reveal their purpose could they be rescued.
******In Mo's Golden Building, Mo Yichen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a frown on his face.
Mingchuan City is at his feet, but he can't find a woman
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around quickly, "Have you found it?"
Uncle De walked in with a solemn expression, "Not yet. Miss Fei'er doesn't know many people and has even fewer enemies. An Jun is still in a coma at this time. Mu Yuze has gone to the United States since he last saw Miss Fei'er.
I haven’t come back yet, but I really can’t think of anyone who would do such a thing.”
Mo Yichen slammed his hand on the glass, "Will she disappear out of thin air? If I know who it is, I will kill her."
At this time, the phone rang
Mo Yichen hurriedly answered the phone, "Xia Feier is in my hand."
"What do you want?" Mo Yichen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Fei'er was still safe at the moment.
"If you want to save her, come alone."
"I want to hear his voice" Mo Yichen lowered his voice, his face filled with clouds
"..." There was sudden silence on the other end of the phone. Mo Yichen's face gradually turned pale, and his hand held the phone tightly.
There was a cry from the other end, "Damn it, only he can save you if you speak. Do you want to die if you don't speak? Speak quickly..."
Mo Yichen shouted into the phone, "Fei'er, is it you? Are you there? Let me know you are safe, I will save you, believe me."
There was still only a man's voice during the phone call: "Bitch, bang!...Speak quickly..."
"Stop, if you dare to touch a hair on her head, I will never let you go..." Mo Yichen heard the voice and shouted anxiously.
"I don't want to treat her like this, but what should I do if she just won't speak? Would you believe it if I couldn't hear her voice?" the kidnapper said breathlessly.
"Give her the phone and I will find a solution. If you dare to touch her again, I swear I will kill your whole family."
Mo Yichen kept circling around the room. His injured hand was now tightly clenched by him, and the wound was open and bright red blood was flowing down.
"Fei'er, listen, believe that I will save you, so don't be afraid, just say something to me and let me know that you are okay."
"..." The other end of the phone was still speechless.
"Fei'er, please say something," he almost said in a begging voice. This moment of silence was as long as a world to him, and he was almost suffocated by various speculations.
"..." The other end of the phone was still speechless.
"I'm going to die of panic, you know? I'm worried about your safety. If you don't speak, I'm going to go crazy. Xia Feier, what are you doing? Speak, please."
The kidnappers were so anxious that they didn't dare to attack Fei'er again. They knew how powerful Mo Yichen was. Although they were in the dark at the moment, they were still afraid.
Fei'er was holding the phone, the blood on the corners of her mouth was still wet, and tears fell down again, washing away the blood and flowing into her mouth.
How should she answer, "Come and save me quickly?" How could she say this when she knew that the kidnappers were not after money, but his life?
Thinking of her mother's words that night, she could finally understand how her mother felt when she took her away from home.
Now she was faced with the same choice. She once asked herself if Mo Yichen's life was hanging by a thread, would she risk everything for him?
At that time, she didn't know and was even more uncertain
Today, she chose the same path as her mother and watched him die. She absolutely couldn't do it. But her mother did it out of deep love. What about herself?
Do you also love Mo Yichen?
The sadness in her heart grew more and more. Listening to his voice, she was suddenly afraid that this would be the end of her life and she would never see him again.
Uncontrollable tears soaked through her clothes, and she finally cried out
Mo Yichen's breathing became rapid, and his trembling voice was full of despair, "Fei'er, are you crying? Don't cry, just wait for me, I promise you will be fine..."
He heard her crying. It was just a slight sound, but he recognized that it was Fei'er on the other end of the phone.
Chapter 165: "You don't want to come" despite his own safety. After hearing him say that he was coming, Fei'er finally spoke out in panic.
Mo Yichen finally let out a long breath and finally spoke, "Wait for me."
"Don't come, don't come to Mo Yichen to die." This sentence sounds far away, because the phone has been snatched by the kidnappers.
"Mo Yichen, listen carefully. I will send the address to your mobile phone in a moment. If you dare to call the police or one more person comes, you will be dead."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yichen walked out
"Third Young Master, you can't go alone, it's too dangerous." Uncle De stopped him
"I have to go, please get out of the way and don't follow me." He pushed Uncle De and walked out alone.
**** "I can't believe that the charming and suave Young Master Mo San can be devoted to you sometimes. You are really awesome. Why do you serve him so wholeheartedly?"
A kidnapper stretched out his hand obscenely and put it towards Fei'er's face
"Asshole, take your dirty hands away" Fei'er glanced at his face fiercely
He raised his hand and was about to hit him
"It won't do you any good if you hit me. Either kill me, or I promise to let you die without a burial place."
Fei'er's dark eyes shot out sharp gazes
"You're scaring me?" He put down his hand in mid-air
"Yes, I'm just trying to scare you. If you're not afraid, you won't let go. You should know Mo Yichen's power better than I do. What's the benefit of being against him? Why don't you be his benefactor and let me go? I'll tell him
Let you go”
Fei'er saw the timidity in his heart
"You... don't try to convince me. I'm just doing things for others. When the real boss comes, there won't be anything left for me." The kidnapper pulled the mask on his head, fearing that Fei'er would see through his true nature.
face
"Xiao Hei, please stop nagging her. The boss is here and we are leaving," said another kidnapper.
In an instant, she was alone in the room again
It seemed that the person who really kidnapped her had arrived. She worked hard to hold the rope behind her back.
At midnight, the whole country is immersed in the joy of the Spring Festival, and the sky over Mingchuan is filled with beautiful fireworks.
Mo Yichen drove a red Porsche sports car speeding down the road
He held the phone tightly with one hand and the steering wheel with the other
Two deep lines were outlined on his forehead due to the frown, and the anxiety in his heart was faster than the speeding car.
An emergency brake sound pierced the silent sky in the suburbs
Fei'er suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears.
he came!
Mo Yichen walked into the abandoned underground garage step by step. He was wearing a tight black leather jacket and a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. He looked heroic.
"Mo Yichen, you are finally here!" Jin Yuanhang said with a proud laugh while sitting on a chair.
"Where's Fei'er?" Mo Yichen gave him a cold look.
"When did you become a great lover and start caring about a woman?" Jin Yuanhang said unhurriedly.
"Jin Yuanhang, if you are wise, let her go as soon as possible. I can consider saving your life, otherwise you will die in an ugly way." Mo Yichen gritted his teeth and said harshly.
"You are about to die, and you still dare to talk nonsense? Give me a beating." He ordered, and there were twenty or thirty people on both sides of the thugs who immediately swarmed forward.
Mo Yichen has been wandering around the world alone since he was a child, and he obtained the true inheritance of the Western Crown King in Baxi Hall. His martial arts skills are extraordinary, and these people in front of him are nothing to him.
Seeing his men being knocked down one by one by Mo Yichen, Jin Yuanhang stood up nervously and shouted loudly
"Mo Yichen, look who this is." Mo Yichen followed his voice and looked over, Fei'er was brought up
Her hands were tied, and a shining dagger was pressed against her throat.
Mo Yichen stretched out his hands and threw away the stick in his hand, "What do you want to say?"
Jin Yuanhang's excited mouth changed shape, "You destroyed my company, and now my family is ruined and I have nothing, so I want your life, I want you to die."
He invested all his assets for Xiangshan, even taking out huge loans from banks. After he was sure of it, his subordinates actually stole his bid and gave it to Mo Yichen. How could he not hate it?
"Haha, that's because Dai Changfeng betrayed you and has nothing to do with me. He came to give me a low price. I have no reason not to accept it," Mo Yichen said
"If you hadn't bribed him despicably, how could he betray me? I want you to die," he yelled like crazy.
In an instant, the remaining four or five people rushed towards Mo Yichen again
"If you dare to move, I will slash her face. Mo Yichen, just resist, aren't you very good at beating her?" Jin Yuanhang shouted with a ferocious expression.