"I need to ask my teacher about this."
Daisy Tini was worried about Meng Jingwei and dared not make a decision on her own.
Otherwise, if something went wrong, she wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility.
Meng Jingwei didn't speak. Daisy Tini, with one hand on the steering wheel, took out her phone and made a call to Old Chen Tou.
Once the call connected, she directly relayed Meng Jingwei's words to Old Chen Tou.
Upon hearing this, Old Chen Tou wasn't too surprised. Instead, he fell into silence again.
He was likely thinking and analyzing.
After a long while, he sighed, "She has grown up. Some things, she has to decide for herself sooner or later. Your job is to protect her."
After all, he had watched Meng Jingwei grow up, and he understood her personality better than anyone.
No one could stop her from doing what she wanted.
Since Daisy Tini had the speakerphone on, Meng Jingwei, sitting in the passenger seat, heard everything clearly.
From when she first called Old Chen Tou to Daisy Tini calling him, the other party had been sighing continuously.
Having been with Old Chen Tou for so long, Meng Jingwei rarely heard him sighing with melancholy. For a moment, she inexplicably felt that he seemed to have aged considerably.
Her newfound identity had caused a huge psychological impact on Meng Jingwei. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was churning like waves, unable to settle for a long time.
"Give her the phone," Old Chen Tou told Daisy Tini.
"You speak, the speakerphone is on."
Daisy Tini glanced at Meng Jingwei, noticing the young girl's unusual calmness, and couldn't help but feel surprised.
As expected of a disciple trained by her teacher, she remained unflustered in the face of a crisis. In this aspect alone, she was stronger than anyone else.
"Jingwei, just do whatever you want. Don't be afraid. We're still here for you."
Meng Jingwei listened to the brief silence from the other end, thinking Old Chen Tou was about to deliver some touching words. She hadn't expected such simple words.
However, these simple words carried immense strength, making Meng Jingwei feel exceptionally reassured.
What could be more reassuring than having a strong support system?
"Got it. It's not like we're parting ways forever, so why be so sentimental? Bye."
Meng Jingwei disliked such a serious and sentimental atmosphere. She pretended to be impatient, said a few words, and hung up the phone.
She tilted her head and looked out the car window, no longer speaking.
Daisy Tini, however, asked, "I can see that Teacher really cares about you. We all know how serious he is, is he only this gentle with you?"
"How could that be? Gentleness has nothing to do with him."
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "When I lived with him before, it was devilish training almost every other day. If I didn't do well, I'd get beaten with a stick. He's a devil!"
"Pfft..."
Daisy Tini was amused.
The atmosphere in the car gradually livened up, and the two chatted casually.
Upon arriving at Daisy Tini's place, Meng Jingwei was settled in a guest room to rest.
Taking advantage of the break, she called Song Ci. "How are your preparations going over there?"
"We've captured Antina and are contacting her father to release the hostages. But they said they can only release one person."
In the phone call, Song Ci's voice was filled with disappointment.
Meng Jingwei had personally witnessed the miserable state of Song Jun, Song Ci's brother. She naturally didn't dare to tell him the truth, fearing it would stimulate Song Ci and cause him to act irrationally.
"Antina is her father's darling. Of course, he'll release Qing Muyu and your brother. But it won't be that easy."
She paused, then added, "You kidnapped his daughter, so they won't let you off easily. Send me the time and place when you're meeting."
"Alright, Miss Meng."
Song Ci replied.
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to hang up, Song Ci asked again, "Miss Meng, have you seen my brother and the boss? How are they?"
"They..." Meng Jingwei hesitated. "They... are not doing well. Remember to bring more men when you meet later."
After speaking, Meng Jingwei directly hung up the phone.
If she didn't hang up, she was afraid Song Ci would ask more questions.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa in the guest room, calmly analyzing the situation.
Old Chen Tou had told her that she was a descendant of the Hidden Clan and would need to return to the clan in the future, encountering more difficult situations.
Therefore, Qing Muyu's apparent breakup with her was actually his way of secretly cultivating more influence to pave the way for her.
If that were the case, after Qing Muyu was kidnapped and they forced her to go to the castle, and in the castle's basement they repeatedly questioned Song Jun about Qing Muyu's reason for breaking up with her, it was likely because they suspected Qing Muyu's breakup was fake.
If it was a fake breakup, and Qing Muyu still loved her, it would be equivalent to Qing Muyu being on her side, thus making him an adversary of the Black Hand organization.
Whether it was Li Yun'er or Old Chen Tou, both demonstrated the patience and foresight of the masterminds.
The plan had been in motion for over twenty years, and the effort behind it was immeasurable.
Meng Jingwei suddenly understood why those people hadn't dealt with her ruthlessly. It was probably because she was a descendant of the Hidden Clan and had some value.
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but gasp inwardly.
In the basement, Song Jun was forced to reveal the truth, which had already caused Xiao Cheng and the others to develop murderous intent.
This meant that from the moment they learned the truth, they had been determined to eliminate Qing Muyu to clear future obstacles.
"Fortunately, fortunately."
Meng Jingwei nervously fiddled with her fingers, relieved that when Song Ci asked her where Antina was, she had told the truth.
Otherwise, without Antina as leverage, Qing Muyu's life would have been in grave danger.
But was Qing Muyu, who was so wise, really so easily kidnapped?
Meng Jingwei felt it wasn't that simple.
...
Meanwhile, at the port of Berlin Harbor.
After Song Ci contacted the leader of the Black Hand, the latter sent Xiao Cheng to bring Song Jun and Qing Muyu for the hostage exchange.
At half-past four in the morning, the night was moonless, with sparse stars.
In the open square near the port, over a dozen cars slowly appeared and stopped side by side.
Xiao Cheng got out of the car, flanked by a line of men in suits and leather shoes, all robust and strong, clearly trained individuals.
He looked at Song Ci, who had alighted from the car opposite him, and directly questioned, "Where is Antina?"
"In the car. Where's my boss?"
In the vast square, Xiao Cheng and Song Ci walked to the center, standing two meters apart, looking at each other with a mix of arrogance and coolness in their eyes.
"Hand over Antina, and you'll naturally see Qing Muyu and your brother," Xiao Cheng said, lifting his suit jacket.
With that movement, Song Ci immediately and vigilantly placed his hand on his lower back.
Xiao Cheng couldn't help but chuckle, "Why so nervous? Just taking out a cigarette."
He actually took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and took a puff.
His seemingly casual demeanor only made Song Ci more nervous.
What Qing Muyu had done to Xiao Cheng back then was all orchestrated by him.
As one of the parties involved, Song Ci was very surprised that Xiao Cheng was in Country C and had become Antina's man.
It had to be said that Xiao Cheng was not simple.
"What's taking so long? Hand over your boss and my brother, and I'll immediately deliver Antina to you unharmed."