Zhang Ziwen's joy was booming, a thick smile playing on his lips. As soon as Wu Min finished speaking, a black Mercedes pulled up alongside them. To Wu Min's surprised gaze, the sound of a car door unfastening echoed in her ears. From this car emerged four of Zhang Ziwen's personal bodyguards, and in their midst, a haggard-looking elderly man. It was the hostage Wu Min had been tirelessly searching for.
Zhang Ziwen couldn't be in two places at once. Wu Min was in danger, so before setting off, he had already arranged for his confidants to raid the hostage's hideout while he discreetly trailed and provided protection for Wu Min. These four bodyguards were hand-picked and trained by Zhang Ziwen himself. He was confident about his men's rescue operation and things were indeed unfolding as he had planned. His elite subordinates did not let him down, securing the hostage safely...
