829. Chapter 829 There are many doubts about the mother 7
Yan Fengchi crossed his arms, leaned forward slightly, and sat there without saying a word.
Nan Baihao felt helpless and patted him on the shoulder: "Fengchi, don't worry."
Time, half past four in the afternoon.
Gu Shaocheng first sent Chenxing to Kevin's mercenary free base, leaving a few cronies to guard her. Then several bulletproof luxury cars lined up and stopped at the entrance of a certain courtyard half an hour later.
Someone had been waiting for them to lead them through the long corridor and finally stopped in front of a grand door on the second floor.
There were a few well-dressed men who had the intention of slimming down.
As a result, before taking any action, Nan Baihao stared back with a fierce look, "No one who dared to search our husband's body has survived so far. Do you want to give it a try?"
The two sides looked at each other in confusion.
At this time, the door slowly opened from the inside. Someone said something to those people, and they bowed and retreated to both sides.
In the wireless headset, Kevin's voice came lazily, and the slight sound of drinking could be heard, "Shaocheng, everything is fine outside, am I loyal enough?"
Gu Shaocheng tugged at the edge of his skirt slightly and walked in without hesitation.
This time, he only brought a few people with him, Nan Baihao, Yan Fengchi, three personal bodyguards including Leng Tong, and a capable person next to Kevin. The others were all on the periphery.
Entering the splendid hall, Gu Shaocheng looked around with his spare eyes, and walked leisurely in front of the only man present who was sitting cross-legged in front of the tatami and drinking tea leisurely. He sat cross-legged on the low table.
The other party was playing tea art leisurely.
The man raised his head with a faint smile, "The head of the Gu family really has an extraordinary demeanor, which is rare to see."
Gu Shaocheng gave him a lazy look, "Mr. Miyai, you're welcome."
It was a man in his forties and close to fifty years old. He was well-maintained. He had a pair of long and evil eyes. He glanced at the people behind him and his eyes fell on Yan Fengchi: "That must be this person."
Miss Luo Xi’s boyfriend? The second son of the Canadian Yan family, please sit down."
Yan Fengchi stood behind Gu Shaocheng and ignored him, only saying coldly: "Where are the people?"
Miyai Moto had one hand in plaster and did not react too much to Yan Fengchi's rude contempt. He smiled and raised a cup of tea to Gu Shaocheng. Gu Shaocheng took a leisurely sip from the teacup. "
Mr. Miyai, if you have something to say, why not say it openly? If the conditions for release are only these photos, I don’t think everyone should waste each other’s time.”
He took out a stack of photos of his mother and placed them on the low table. "But, I want to make sure my people are safe first."
"Okay." Miyai Moto glanced at the photos on the table and agreed readily. With a gesture, the well-dressed man standing behind him pressed the button on the remote control in his hand, and a tablet on the low table suddenly hissed.
There was a slight sound, and then a picture appeared.
A woman was hung in an iron cage in a certain room. Her eyes were dull and there were no injuries on her body, but Gu Shaocheng could tell at a glance that something was wrong with her.
Yan Fengchi took a step forward and looked at the picture on the tablet. The veins in his clenched fists were bulging. He tried to suppress his expression and kept his voice calm but still leaked a little: "What did you do to her?"