"Where is she?" Zheng Cun's voice rang out clearly.
Mo Shangjun exchanged a glance with Liang Zhiqiong.
"Old Zheng, you're not being honest."
"We know you've set up an ambush outside, so we won't let your daughter go."
The two people in the corridor spoke one after the other.
"She's not my daughter," Zheng Cun said, enunciating each word.
"Heh, not your daughter? You'd still take this risk for her?"
Zheng Cun hesitated briefly, then replied calmly, "I need to see her."
He had to see the hostage.
The fact that they hadn't attacked him as soon as they saw him proved their intentions went beyond simply "killing Zheng Cun."
Mo Shangjun exchanged another glance with Liang Zhiqiong.
They needed to find the right moment to strike.
With Zheng Cun and Shen Qing both in the enemies' hands, any sign of exposure could lead to catastrophe for the hostages.
*
Third floor.
After being searched, Zheng Cun was led through the door.
