(I have some family affairs to take care of today, so I'm updating three chapters earlier than usual, hoping everyone enjoys them.)
Zhao Chengshuang sat in his wheelchair, leaning forward to look at the map. He was aware of the three places Ye Qing had circled, all of which were the most remote areas in Shenchuan City. In particular, the last circled village, Shicun, had been mostly abandoned, leaving behind only a few elders to guard their homes, making it almost uninhabited. That place wasn't even accessible by vehicle, with steep mountains directly behind it — it could basically be considered a dead end. The kidnappers wouldn't go there, would they?
"How do you know?" Zhao Chengshuang looked at Ye Qing and said, "This is no laughing matter; it's about my aunt's life and death. He Ziqiang is no ordinary man. We can't just be armchair strategists here!"
