The clock ticked past two in the morning. The entre villa was dark, except for Huo Feng's study.
Stacks of files were scattered across, and the glow from several monitors lit up his features.
Surveillance footage played tape by tape—students leaving the campus, cars driving in and out. Nothing seemed unusual, but the more Huo Feng saw this, the more he clenched his fingers.
They were smart, he admitted. But that didn't mean he would let them win. If he did, then he wasn't the feared Huo Feng.
His jaw tightened as he leaned forward, replaying a particular footage for the seventh time. "Not even a shadow." He muttered under his breath.
"Boss," Ah Si called out cautiously. "Should we mobilize more men? Expand the search?" He asked.
"No, this is enough." Huo Feng shook his head. "If we make more noise, the kidnappers will be alerted. And this will put Yan'er in more danger."
