The almighty God did not respond to Scott's prayers.
After all, even my Buddha does not ferry the destitute.
Even when Tang Sanzang reached Mount Wutai, he still had to give gifts to the monks who distributed scriptures.
Scott, without a penny to his name, which deity would answer him?
Watching the silent, blond veteran bow his head, Cheng Daqi did not panic in the slightest as the situation remained within his expectations.
He had called Scott to appear first, actually wanting Scott's family to take a good look at him.
This glance might be their last of Scott.
Up until now, Cheng Daqi still had no confidence in getting out alive.
Yes, he had stepped forward to help the kidnappers buy time, using media coverage to prevent the police from launching a bombardment (America's police have powerful units, akin to SWAT).
Yes, he was sure buying time would give him a chance to escape, but this opportunity was something to wait for.
How long that wait would be was anyone's guess.
