"It must be Charles! This man is a master of disguise. Now he's hidden and we're exposed - it's hard to guard against him." Huangfu Ye tossed a tablet to Beiming Han. It displayed information on Charles' actions in recent years.
Beiming Han looked at the face on the tablet, a flicker of murderous intent in his eyes.
Charles landed the plane on a deserted island near Ming City. He left the cockpit, stooped down to grab Gu Qingxin and Bai Qianqian, and hoisted them over his shoulders.
With their mouths taped shut, Gu Qingxin and Bai Qianqian could only make muffled sounds.
"If you don't want to suffer, both of you better keep quiet!" Charles warned coldly.
Gu Qingxin glanced at Bai Qianqian, who returned her gaze. They encouraged each other with their eyes.
The island was dotted with countless abandoned villas. It seemed to have been developed at some point, but now, for some unknown reason, it had become desolate.
