Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1125: Don’t Kill Daddy (1)
Chapter 1125: Chapter 1125: Don’t Kill Daddy (1)
An Zhifeng and the others’ expressions tightened, their hearts surging with a battle spirit.
This topographic map, which An Zhiyu had acquired by infiltrating the Tutian Family’s computer system after a long time, clearly marked every stroke of every house and route within the Ninja Headquarters of the Tutian Family.
The Ninja Headquarters of the Tutian Family, located at the foot of Lemin Mountain, the most famous mountain in Country Bai, was not the main estate of the Tutian Family but solely dedicated to the training of the family’s ninja.
Based on the locator beacon on Kong Shi’s necklace, the An Family members were detained within the Ninja Headquarters!
"Tianci, Tianbao, the two of you will disguise and gather information at dawn. Remember, do not disturb the snake by hitting the grass, and stay as far from the Ninja Headquarters as possible. If there’s any danger, send an emergency signal immediately, and by no means act recklessly," An Yiqing instructed.
An Yiqing handed over two watches to Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao, repeating her warnings and instructions with intense earnestness.
These two watches weren’t ordinary; they were actually locators and emergency distress signal devices. Besides the Blood Generals and Blood Guards, who knew how to send the signals, they would be useless to anyone else who took them.
Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao took the watches and nodded firmly.
"Miss, rest assured! We will comb through every piece of information about the Tutian Family!" freewebnσvel.cøm
In the following hours, An Yiqing led everyone to review the attack plan once more. It was only after ensuring everything was seamless that An Zhifeng and the others could leave at ease.
On the large bed, An Yiqing lay with her eyes wide open, blankly staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Twenty-four hours ago, she was still at "Red Thorn," and now she was already in Country Bai.
Grandfather... Grandmother... Dad... Mom...
An Yiqing’s eyes grew slightly red. She took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and closed her eyes.
Her family still needed her to rescue them! She must rest well!
In the dark, damp room, four people were tightly bound and thrown to the ground. Judging from their backs, they seemed to be an elderly couple and a middle-aged couple.
"Dad, Mom! How are you?" The refined man anxiously looked at his parents, who had fallen to the ground, his heart burning with rage.
"Cough cough! It’s nothing serious! We’re not going to die!"
The elderly gentleman coughed harshly twice. The faint moonlight made it clear to see the bruises on his face and the blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Mom’s fine! Zisheng, quickly check on Xiao Shi!"
The refined man turned to look at Kong Shi lying on the ground and hurriedly crawled to her side.
"Wife, are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Don’t be afraid, your husband is here!"
The middle-aged woman struggled to get up from the ground and leaned on her husband. She looked up at the pitch-dark room, her eyes filled with deep concern.
"Niuniu must be worried sick, I hope she doesn’t come to save us!"
They already knew the identity of the mastermind behind the kidnapping; if Niuniu really came, it would be extremely dangerous!
The old gentleman let out a deep sigh, "Ah! Niuniu... I just hope she hasn’t received the news yet!"
For a moment, the room fell silent, and all four faces were etched with worry.
Suddenly, the chains of the large iron door rattled, and following that, several men clad in samurai outfits, wielding katanas, strutted in.
The old gentleman and his family coldly glanced at the samurai, keeping their mouths shut tight without uttering a word.
"Bastards! Such insolence in the presence of Lord Tutian!"
A man in a white samurai outfit stood behind a majestic middle-aged man, his eyes fierce as he rebuked the family of four.
The refined man coldly looked at him, the murderous intent and chill in his gaze involuntarily making the man step back.
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