Fan Gang quickly answered the call, his voice brimming with ecstatic inquiry, "Old Ding, did you catch him?"
"Did you chop off that kid's head?"
Over the phone, Ding Yunlong's deep voice arose, "That's right!"
"The other two women have also been captured; the third son can come over now."
"Good, I'll be right there!" Fan Gang laughed triumphantly, pressed down on the accelerator, and sped into the factory.
The Porsche drove straight into the workshop.
However, the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat peculiar.
Fan Gang saw his subordinates, all of them with faces full of terror, kneeling on the ground.
The way they looked at him was filled with strangeness, too.
The towering figure of Ding Yunlong stood rigid, his face flushed red.
It was only when he saw Song Bingyun and Ge Li that Fan Gang finally dismissed his suspicions.
About to possess both wealth and beauty, he couldn't care less about anything else.
