Bolin let out a sinister laugh, started the car, and drove off quickly.
On the other side—
In the sedan, the man sat in the back seat with one leg crossed, his gaze turned out the window. It's only been four years, and Las Vegas is a whole new world again.
"Young Master Chu," the attendant next to him respectfully called, handing over a tablet, "This is an email we just received, marked for your eyes only."
Young Master Chu reached out to take it. He pressed play, and a video popped up.
The video was shot on a large ship, seemingly at sea. Piercing through layers of thin fog, directly ahead on the ship stood a cross, at the very top, a little boy was tied up.
Young Master Chu's eyes narrowed sharply, as the camera panned up, the boy hung his head, his limbs spread out and tied, his clothes filthy, the glaring light causing Chennchenn to squint before he raised his head and shouted, "No—"
