Li Yanchen's heart was utterly collapsing.
Because Aunt Su said the same thing.
If the little girl is found, let her dare to dislike him.
He rubbed his temples and said, "Let's go to sleep."
"Okay, Brother Li, good night."
Hanging up the phone, Li Yanchen strode into a slave club in Country Y.
Accompanying him were several professional killers who had always followed him.
As they entered the slave club, the guards inside, upon hearing that they were here to inquire about something, rudely tried to chase them away.
When Li Yanchen's man revealed a gun, the person was so frightened that cold sweat broke out and said, "What do you wish to inquire about?"
"Recently, have there been any doctors coming here looking for the RT blood type bank?"
The person shook his head and said, "Not recently! I remember clearly, over a month ago there were, but not since... Those doctors came several times, but haven't appeared since."
