Qiao Yanze took a few steps forward hurriedly, before he stopped and turned back to see that the rescue car had disappeared from his sight.
His finger caressed his cheek that she had kissed as a weird emotion that even he didn't notice, swelled in his heart.
"Young Master." Qiao Yanze's close confidant, Da Zuo, walked over. "Xiao Zuo has counted the hostages. There are 38 of them."
Da Zuo and Xiao Zuo worked for the Qiao family since they were young. When the QIao family fell from its pedestal back then, they were let go as well. When Qiao Yanze returned, they got news about it and returned to work for him.
Qiao Yanze's expression and eyes were dark and others couldn't read him properly. "Right now, they want to use the 38 hostages to make us give in. If we give in, all of our hard work in the past two months will go to nothing. The only thing we can do now is to put ourselves in danger!"
Da Zuo instantly replied, "Young Master, let me go!"
