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Hearing these words, Nan Zhifeng's heart clenched tight. Xiaofeng was injured and running a fever. His condition was very dangerous, and he had to be taken to the hospital immediately.
Ye Zhantian peeked out and took a quick look: five people on the opposite side, all armed with guns.
His brow furrowed, his expression solemn.
It wasn't that these five were hard to handle, but he felt there was something fishy about the situation.
The kidnappers had gone to great lengths to abduct Ye Zhantian's son and had only left five men to guard the place, allowing him to find the hideout easily.
It was too strange.
Could there be an ambush lying in wait?
Ye Zhantian scanned his surroundings but didn't spot any problems.
Now that Xiaofeng was hurt, he couldn't worry about anything else. He had to save his son first.
"Stay here, don't move."
After dropping this command, Ye Zhantian disappeared into the shadows.
