He turned and strode briskly towards the office door, with Old Zhou and Liang Tao hurrying after him.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
"Mr. He, where are you headed?"
Without stopping or looking back, He Xing said, "Waiting here is pointless. I've already told them to contact me directly on my mobile phone. Now I need to go raise the money."
Old Zhou and Liang Tao exchanged glances, seeing hesitation in each other's eyes, but neither of them spoke. They simply followed He Xing quickly out of the office.
For He Xing, fifty million had no comparison to Old Master He's life, but the problem was that the other party wanted cash, and they had only given them twelve hours. The time was far too pressing.
Actually, there was another option, which was to call the police and ask for help in locating Old Master He. But since Old Master He's life was in the hands of the kidnappers, He Xing couldn't gamble with Old Master He's life, nor did he dare to take the risk.
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