The voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Chen Pu's heart like a hammer blow. He was already urinating, his body trembling uncontrollably.
All his confidence had vanished. He nodded desperately, then managed a hoarse voice: "Give me a call... let... let him go."
Because Long Hao was now certain of two things: First, Bei Bei hadn't been kidnapped for more than ten minutes and definitely hadn't left the hotel.
Second, Chen Pu's goal was to force him into submission; the people he hired weren't necessarily professional assassins. And for Bei Bei, Chen Pu definitely valued his own life more.
Long Hao's right hand loosened slightly. Chen Pu took a few deep breaths, took out his phone, and prepared to make a call…
Just then, a majestic roar came from the entrance to the lawn: "Long Hao,
