Grace woke again in a makeshift tent, lying beside men and women who had also been drugged.
They felt like sacks, carelessly tossed into some forgotten corner.
What was going on?
Grace woke up and looked around, but she didn't get up or leave the tent. She just lay there quietly, listening to the sounds outside.
Birdsong and insect chirps filled the air, so they must be in the mountains somewhere?
"Where is this?" "Where are we?" "What happened?"
More and more people around her woke up. Someone walked out of the wooden hut and immediately drew the attention of armed men.
They were holding AK47 assault rifles, their faces scarred and rough, looking terrifying. They were a group of mercenaries, mercenaries who killed without batting an eye.
"Are you all awake?" the mercenary asked menacingly.
Everyone's faces were filled with terror, afraid that if the mercenary was displeased, he would raise his machine gun and open fire on them.
In that case, they would be dead in minutes.
"Hey, wake up, wake up quickly." Someone nudged the person next to them, and Grace also got up at this moment.
Seeing that most people were awake, the mercenary said, "Don't you dare take off the communicators you're wearing. Otherwise, if you get lost or stray, don't blame us if you die in these mountains."
"You can move around freely within five hundred meters, but don't go too far."
"In a couple of days, there's a big deal that requires your cooperation."
The mercenary added a few more words and left the tent.
Grace was a bit bewildered, her mind feeling sluggish. It took her a while to process what the mercenary had said.
[Big deal?]
It was probably some illegal activity involving murder and robbery.
"Hiss—"
Her head felt swollen and dull. She didn't know if it was a lingering effect of the drug.
Grace stood up groggily and reached for the cross she wore around her neck.
But it was gone!
Her belongings had been taken!
The cross wasn't a valuable item, so why did they take it?
Grace found the mercenary. "Give me back my cross."
The mercenary frowned and looked her up and down. "We'll return it after the job is done."
Grace: "Give it back to me now!"
Mercenary: ...This woman had quite a bit of courage to speak to him in such a harsh tone?
The mercenary, somewhat impatient, pushed her with his gun. "This is the rule, don't cause trouble."
Grace didn't back down, her tone becoming even more unfriendly. "That is my faith!"
Mercenary: "Ach—"
Why was this woman so annoying!
The impatient mercenary pointed his gun at Grace's forehead. "Do you want to eat bullets?"
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Qin Yunxi rushed to the address given by Christiano, but when he arrived at the farm, Qing Qing Jia Ren was nowhere to be seen.
Damn it, was Christiano playing him?
Qin Yunxi angrily called to question him, "Where is Grace? I didn't see her!"
Christiano: "..."
Being yelled at for no reason made him unhappy.
His expression darkened. "Mr. Qin, please mind your tone and attitude."
When asking for a favor, one should act like it.
Qin Yunxi was the one asking for help, yet he was acting as if Christiano owed him billions.
He could just not answer this call.
Qin Yunxi's eye twitched. He knew Christiano was being difficult. He didn't dare to gamble with Grace's safety out of spite, so he had to lower his stance. "Mr. Rothschild, please tell me, where is Grace? I didn't see her."
Christiano's lips curved slightly. "That's better." He paused. "I don't know, I lost track of her."