Qin Jinhai raised an eyebrow. "On what pretext should we lure Fu Bing over? Han Hu's illness?"
"Judging by Fu Bing's deep feelings for Han Hu, that approach is ill-advised; it will only tip them off. The best method is to pick one from Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Fu Xiaomei. If we have one of them, Fu Bing will naturally come."
A dangerous gleam flashed in Qin Yue's eyes.
"The theory is sound. How do you plan to execute it? Kidnapping? As far as I know, they have Wu Shi's Wrathful Dead by their side. How can you manage to avoid their watchful eyes?"
Qin Yue said proudly, "We've checked. Wu Shi is away on business these few days. The Wrathful Dead can only perform at their best when he's present. As long as he's not here, those losers are just scattered sand."
The Wrathful Dead were composed of those who had attempted suicide—a group of failures once oppressed to the point of wanting death. What kind of trouble could they possibly stir?
