"You are not qualified to ask me questions right now," Chen Mo replied calmly to the middle-aged man's inquiry.
A moment later, the middle-aged man gradually recovered from his shock.
"If it were just me in your hands, the Zhang family might not compromise. But with Zhang Yehao, that's another story."
"However, even if the Zhang family compromises and releases that R-country woman, your feud with the Zhang family will likely be irreconcilable."
Chen Mo said mockingly, "Heh, even without this incident, do you think the Zhang family would let me go?"
The middle-aged man remained silent, his face grim.
He already knew some of the Zhang family's decisions; Chen Mo had long been their primary enemy.
"Contact your Zhang family patriarch. I want to see Huizi within half an hour."
Then, as if remembering something, Chen Mo added, "Oh, right. If Huizi loses even a single strand of hair, I'll turn Zhang Yehao and you into cripples."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's heart pounded.
He was certain Chen Mo wasn't joking.
He quickly took out his phone and dialed the Zhang family patriarch.
Meanwhile.
In Jianghai City, the Zhang family's dungeon.
Huizi was imprisoned there, bearing several whip marks on her body.
The one who had inflicted these wounds was the bodyguard who had captured her.
Because of Zhang Wantao's death, this bodyguard had been stripped of his captain's position.
Naturally, he harbored resentment towards Huizi.
Swinging the long whip, he lashed Huizi's body and even her delicate face, leaving them torn and bleeding.
"Speak! Who sent you to kill Mr. Zhang!" the bodyguard demanded coldly.
As an assassin, Huizi possessed immense willpower. She merely cast a cold glance at him, refusing to utter a word.
Even in her current state, she did not let out a single cry of pain.
The bodyguard sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so tough. But I enjoy breaking tough bones the most, because I'll shatter your bones piece by piece, and then you'll know the consequences of being stubborn!"
With that, the bodyguard dropped the whip.
He then reached for a torture instrument nearby and picked up a hammer.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at your tender skin and delicate flesh. I don't even know where to start. How about we begin with your hands? Once I smash your bones, you'll see what happens to your hands when they no longer have any strength!"
Saying this, the bodyguard gestured.
Two men stepped forward and placed Huizi's hands on a table before them.
"I'm not a patient man. I'll count to three. If you don't speak, I'll bring down the hammer."
Before the bodyguard could begin his countdown.
Huizi's voice, cold and hoarse, spoke, "If I live to see another day, I will take your life!"
With that, Huizi closed her eyes. As an assassin of the Wild Wolf organization, she would never betray Chen Mo.
"It seems you have no intention of speaking," the bodyguard said, a flicker of anger in his eyes. He raised the hammer and swung it towards Huizi's fair palm.
"Stop!"
However, just as the bodyguard's hammer was about to fall, the tightly shut iron door was suddenly kicked open.
A middle-aged man rushed in.
The bodyguard stumbled, nearly twisting his waist.
He was about to turn and curse, but upon seeing the newcomer, his heart leaped in surprise.
"Master Zhang!"
The bodyguard greeted him with utmost respect.
The middle-aged man ignored him and strode into the dungeon.
But when he saw Huizi, bound to a chair and covered in wounds, his face instantly turned grim.
The bodyguard, thinking the middle-aged man had come to check on the interrogation progress, cupped his hands and said, "Master Zhang, this bitch is tight-lipped and refuses to talk. I've been interrogating her for hours. However, I was just about to break her hands. Master Zhang, rest assured, no matter how guarded her mouth is, I will find a way to pry it open!"
He clearly intended to take credit for his efforts.
After all, he had been a captain before, and the salary difference between a captain and a regular member was significant.
"Slap!"
As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, the middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
The bodyguard was stunned, looking at the middle-aged man in disbelief.
The middle-aged man, his face dark, pointed at Huizi and demanded, "Who the hell told you to act on your own?!"
The bodyguard was even more bewildered, completely dumbfounded.
He thought to himself, "Do I even need to say this? When we capture someone who is detrimental to the Zhang family, aren't they always brought to the dungeon for interrogation? Why is it considered acting on my own today?"
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man, his eyes blazing with anger, kicked the bodyguard.
The bodyguard stumbled and fell to the ground.
He was utterly confused, having no idea what was happening. He even wondered if this R-country woman was perhaps Master Zhang's illegitimate daughter.
But that seemed impossible; their Zhang family had never had any dealings with R-country people.
"Why are you still standing there like idiots? Hurry up and untie her, and have a doctor from the family come to treat her wounds!" the middle-aged man barked at the other two.
Without daring to delay, two men, one to untie the ropes and the other to quickly fetch a doctor, complied.
However, judging by their ghost-like expressions, it was clear they were equally perplexed.
Not only were they confused, but Huizi herself was filled with disbelief.
She had no idea what was happening or why this person had suddenly appeared to save her.
In fact, Huizi had already prepared herself for sacrifice.
Soon, a doctor arrived to treat Huizi's wounds.
However, there was nothing they could do about the whip marks on her face, which might remain there forever.
Hearing the doctor's words, Huizi's heart sank.
If she were to die, she wouldn't have to worry about disfigurement.
But now that she was safe, if she were disfigured, Chen Mo would surely neglect her in the future.
Seeing the gloomy expression on Huizi's face.
The middle-aged man kicked the bodyguard again, saying, "You dog-like creature, tie him up! Take him to the car!"
The two men, without hesitation, dragged the bodyguard out of the dungeon.
The middle-aged man took out his phone and handed it to Huizi. "Miss Huizi, please call Chen Mo and tell him you are safe. Ask him not to harm my son!"
Upon hearing this, Huizi immediately understood.
A wave of warmth washed over her.
She had initially thought that being an R-country national and a disposable assassin, Chen Mo might abandon her.
But she never expected Chen Mo to come to her rescue!
And this middle-aged man was none other than Zhang Chengzong, the legitimate son of the Zhang family patriarch.
Huizi did not refuse. She took the phone and dialed Chen Mo's number.
Chen Mo, who was in Lixiang Village, breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving Huizi's call.