In the living room, a woman with a slightly protruding belly sat on the sofa, her hands tied behind her back, her feet also bound, and a piece of duct tape plastered over her mouth, rendering her completely immobile.
Near the woman sat a man.
At that moment, the man held an electronic lighter in his hand, tossing it idly. When he saw He Tianwang enter, the man smiled faintly and even let out a whistle.
"Who are you!" He Tianwang demanded angrily.
"Who I am isn't important. What is important is how I can release your mistress," Fang Yi said with a smile.
He Tianwang felt a sudden shock. His adversary was evidently well-prepared, even aware of his mistress—and how had he entered?
But how the adversary had entered was no longer important. What mattered now was how to get him to leave.
He Tianwang had no intention of calling the police. He knew that since his opponent came prepared, he wouldn't have the chance, and he dared not call the police.
