The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"Rest assured, she's very safe right now, in a place where no one can find or harm her. But if too much time passes, I can't guarantee her safety. So if you want to save her, you better act quickly; don't wait until she's dead to come begging me."

"Oh, right!" Zhu Hong swirled the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly, "I need to remind you first. I'm not giving that little girl to you because she's not in my possession, nor do I have the ability to snatch her from those people. So I can only provide you with information, tell you her specific location. As for what to do, that's up to you and has nothing to do with me."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen immediately fell into deep thought.

There's no denying that Zhu Hong's offer is very tempting. But the problem is that the one making the offer is Zhu Hong. If it were someone else, Ling Chen might believe it, but he simply cannot trust Zhu Hong.

He knows Zhu Hong too well; this guy would never let him succeed so easily, and it might be full of traps. Besides, the most crucial point is that Ling Chen worries that risking his life might end up with fake information. If that were the case, he'd suffer a massive loss.

Moreover, given Zhu Hong's personality, he's very likely to do such a thing.

Just as Ling Chen was hesitating, Zhu Hong leisurely said, "What, such a simple thing requires so much thought? It seems that woman doesn't hold much weight in your heart."

Hearing this, Ling Chen frowned slightly, staring silently at Zhu Hong, his eyes flickering. After a while, Ling Chen asked, "What do you want my blood for?"

Ling Chen found this very strange. He had been through all sorts of requests and deals but never exchanged his own blood. So he really wanted to figure out Zhu Hong's true intentions.

Zhu Hong put down his teacup and said, "Don't you think you're asking too many questions? In short, I've stated my terms, whether you agree or not is your business. However, don't blame me for not warning you; should you delay further, I can't guarantee that little girl will still be alive."

With that, Zhu Hong stood up on his own, leaving a note with a phone number, and walked straight out of the villa.

Watching Zhu Hong's departing figure, Ling Chen squinted his eyes, remaining silent.

Just last night, Zhu Hong had stolen a set of cutting-edge equipment worth over a hundred million from the production base of Hongyu Group. Today, he comes up proposing a trade for Ling Chen's blood. Connecting these events, Ling Chen felt that Zhu Hong's motives were not simple, which was the main reason for Ling Chen's hesitation in making a decision.

One must always be vigilant, especially with someone like Zhu Hong; he must be cautious and careful.

Not long after Zhu Hong left, Nanrong Wanqing came down from upstairs.

Seeing Ling Chen dazed on the sofa, Nanrong Wanqing asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing Nanrong Wanqing's voice beside him, Ling Chen immediately snapped back to reality.

"Nothing," Ling Chen replied lightly.

"What did Zhu Hong want from you just now?" Nanrong Wanqing asked curiously.

"What else could someone like him want, other than trying to get some benefits from me." At this point, without waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to ask further, Ling Chen cut her off, saying, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle Zhu Hong's matter."

In the blink of an eye, it had been three days since returning to East Sea City.

According to the message from Beijing, Ling Chen's matter was temporarily suppressed, and the senior government officials wouldn't pursue it intentionally. However, Pang Jiulin reminded Ling Chen that it's better to keep a low profile during this time.

For the past few days, Ling Chen stayed at home and saw that billionaire Yang He several times on TV. That old guy was donating money and goods everywhere under the guise of a philanthropist, building schools, setting up factories, providing jobs, and becoming a frequent guest of governments in various regions.

Ling Chen felt speechless about this. According to his temperament, people like Yang He, who secretly fund the God Organization, should be thrown into jail and pay the price. Unfortunately, there are too many compromises in today's society, and many things can't be done according to his ideas and wishes.

Sitting on the villa's rooftop terrace, Ling Chen crossed his legs, gazing at the distant skyscrapers, idly twirling a piece of paper in his hand, his eyes slightly focused, reflecting a trace of sharpness.

Ling Chen had long memorized the phone number on the note, but he hadn't dialed it yet.

These few days, Ling Chen had been uncertain, not knowing what to do. After thinking it over, he didn't tell He Ziyun about this matter. He knew He Ziyun's temperament too well. Having raised Little Hua since childhood, their relationship was extraordinary. If He Ziyun knew about this, there was no guarantee he wouldn't act impulsively.

Is he really going to do this?

After pondering for a while, Ling Chen muttered to himself, his Mo Che-like pupils reflecting a hint of hesitation.

Forget it!

No matter what, he had to take a gamble.

With a rapid shift of thoughts, Ling Chen took out his phone, intending to dial the number on the note.

But just then, before Ling Chen could dial, his phone rang with a pleasant ringtone.

Seeing the incoming number displayed on the phone's screen, Ling Chen immediately answered the call and asked, "What's the matter?" After he finished speaking, it was unclear what the other party said, but Ling Chen's eyes gradually lit up, and he quickly said, "Got it. Wait for me, I'm heading to the hospital right now."

As he arrived by car at the City People's Hospital, Ling Chen rushed straight to the special care unit.

Outside the ward, Hu Fei, who had been waiting there for some time, quickly came forward. Before Hu Fei could speak, Ling Chen eagerly asked, "Where are they?"

Hu Fei pointed to two adjoining special care wards and said, "Inside, the doctors are examining them. Don't worry, I just asked the doctors, and their bodies are fine."

"That's good." Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where did you find them?"

"At a private sanatorium in East Sea City. I inquired, and at the time, Xia Mutong and Bai Huanjun both fainted outside the sanatorium, and were taken in by them. However, that sanatorium was not a legitimate place. Instead, it operated under the guise of charity, but was, in fact, an organ trafficking organization. Seeing Xia Mutong and Bai Huanjun unconscious and disoriented, they had the idea of removing their organs for sale. Fortunately, the police discovered them in time, raided their base, and rescued the two of them."

"The two of them are quite lucky." Ling Chen smiled slightly. No wonder they had been unable to find Xia Mutong and Bai Huanjun for so long; they had been controlled by someone.