“Wuwu…” Before Cao Xuri could finish speaking, a low whimpering sound emerged from the living room. Hearing this sound, Cao Xuri’s expression suddenly changed. Before he could react, the villa’s door was slammed shut, and the living room lights were turned on, instantly illuminating the space.
Looking in the direction of the previous sound, he saw that the coffee table between the sofas had been moved aside. Lying between the sofas were five people – three men and two women. Two of the men were Cao Xuri’s bodyguards and trusted confidants. The remaining one man and two women were his ten-year-old son, wife, and housekeeper.
All five had their hands and feet bound, with tape covering their mouths. Around them on the sofas sat over ten men dressed in black suits.
Seeing this scene, Cao Xuri’s heart sank. Before he could say a word, he felt his wrists tighten and his shoulders sink, forcing him directly to his knees with a loud thud on the wooden floor.
“Cao Xuri, Mr. Cao?” A young man sitting on the sofa stood up. Seemingly indifferent, he stepped on the fragile arm of the ten-year-old child, ignoring the child’s tears and whimpers. With a cold, sinister glint in his eye, he walked directly towards Cao Xuri.
Cao Xuri wanted to shout, because this area where he lived was one of only two villa districts in Liu City, with heavy security patrols. If he were to shout now, he would certainly attract the guards’ attention.
But he didn’t dare.
These people had come so brazenly, either with backing or with a pure intention – whether for money or something else, Cao Xuri couldn’t be sure. So he didn’t dare to shout, and he couldn’t afford to gamble.
Lifting his lowered head after hearing the man’s voice, when Cao Xuri’s gaze met the face of the man who had stood up, he let out an involuntary cry: “You—”
“Bang!” Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard on the back of his head and instantly passed out.
