"Where are they?"
Zhu Hong, with a bruised and swollen face, dressed in a floral shirt, stepped off a jeep and asked the man in a suit beside him.
"They fled to the woods back there."
"Hmph!" Zhu Hong sneered coldly, "They really have some nerve, actually running in that direction. Can we lock on their position?"
"No problem." The man in the suit replied, "They all have signal receivers on them. I've hacked into their signal devices and can monitor their locations at all times."
"Good." Zhu Hong nodded in satisfaction and instructed, "Remember, the lives of the others don't matter, but Nanrong Wanqing must be alive. If anyone dares to hurt her, it's not just that I'll be merciless—Mr. Yun won't let them off either. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhu."
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