"Ah Liang, calm down!"
"I can't calm down!" Mu Liang's eyes were bloodshot, "Brother, if Qiao Xia dies, my whole life will be a prison of despair, unbearable pain."
Dawn broke.
Having not slept all night, Gu Xiaowu also reached his limit. Although Beacon Group dealt in intelligence, it was powerless to extinguish a fire close at hand. Mu Liang's operatives in City A were all sent out to search for Qiao Xia, hoping for even the slightest clue.
Eight in the morning.
Suddenly Mu Liang received a video from Wang Youting on his phone, footage of Qiao Xia bound to a chair in some place, her mouth sealed with tape, one side of her face severely swollen, and the floor covered in gasoline, in a wooden house.
"What do you want to do?" Mu Liang dialed the number, his voice icy!
