Chapter 182

When she opened her eyes again, it was a strange ceiling.

Qiao Suisui propped herself up with her arms. After taking just two steps off the bed, she suddenly felt as if all her strength had been drained; her whole body was soft and limp, her feet stepping as if on cotton.

She fell onto the cold floor, clutching her belly, trying to pull herself together to observe the surrounding environment.

The layout of the entire room was very ordinary. Clearly, all sharp and pointed daily necessities had been removed. There were walls on all four sides, no windows, and the only light was the cold light from the ceiling, which made the whole room very cold and devoid of temperature.

"Is anyone there?"

"Who is there?"

Qiao Suisui saw a person standing outside the door through the shadow of the door crack. She stared at the door in front of her and asked coldly: "Since you captured me, why hide your head and show your tail?"

The person outside didn't respond at all, but left directly after a brief pause.

The next few days were the same.

The person outside would come and stay for five or six minutes every day. From initially forcing him to speak, Qiao Suisui moved to ignoring him directly. Three meals a day were on time and in a fixed place, and the nutrition was comprehensive. There were also a bathroom and restroom in the room, meeting all basic life needs. But her emotions deteriorated day by day in this oppressive imprisonment.

After waking up one day, Qiao Suisui found an extra needle hole on her arm.

She looked at the inconspicuous little dot on the blue vein, and her back instantly felt cold.

When was it done? She actually had no feeling at all... And she didn't know if she had been injected with some medicine or had blood drawn.

What was the purpose of the person who captured her? Qiao Suisui forced herself to be calm. She tried to enter Zongfang's space, but she didn't know what restrictions had been added outside the room, as if everything had been isolated and shielded.

If the space couldn't be opened here, it meant Ka'er's breaking technique couldn't enter here either.

Realizing this, Qiao Suisui leaned powerlessly against the cold wall, falling into despair.

At the same time, also in despair were—

"What do you mean you didn't find anything? Are you searching seriously? If you didn't find anything, don't come to see me!" Laiboli roared angrily at his subordinates, his eyes dark and sunken; he had completely lost his usual composure.

Ka'er's elbows rested on his knees. He sat on the sofa, pulling his hair. No one could see his expression, but they could directly feel the extremely low air pressure around him.

Laiboli walked in and passed him. His irritable emotions erupted without warning, like a trapped beast that couldn't find an exit. "You are really useless."

Ka'er looked up at the sound, his scarlet eyes glaring at Laiboli, his fierce expression chilling to the extreme.

Laiboli, however, was not afraid at all, staring at him hatefully, "You were closest to her at the time, why didn't you grab her hand?"

The veins on Ka'er's forehead bulged. He, who was usually eloquent, was now gritting his teeth, unable to say any words of rebuttal.

He had intended to stand up and walk in directly, but he didn't expect Laiboli to not let him go like a mad dog.

"Can't you go anywhere? Go find her! Tell me, where is she! Tell me! Find her out!!" Laiboli roared while grabbing Ka'er's collar, a tear sliding from the corner of his eye.

Ka'er punched him directly in the face. Laiboli fought back. The two fought, fist to flesh, neither giving way, falling to the ground and brawling together.

Luka walked in and saw the tables and chairs overturned on the ground and the two fighting. His gaze moved away indifferently in the next second. He stood in front of the medical cabinet without saying a word and took off his clothes. The previous wounds had been torn open countless times, and this time the wound that had just stopped bleeding had burst open again. He applied medicine, cleaned the wound, changed the bandage, and put on the blood-stained clothes with a numb expression, then went out again with a blank face. It was like this every day for the past few days. He had been searching for Qiao Suisui's whereabouts outside without stopping for a moment, not closing his eyes once. The wounds that should have healed long ago had been dragged to the present, repeatedly failing to heal, but he could no longer feel the pain. Luka was racing against time, not wanting to waste a second, but he still stopped at the door.

"If you have the energy to vent and fight, go find her for me."

After speaking, he left directly.

Sote Republic.

In the Pentagon, Zongfang knelt in front of the Prime Minister's office. People coming and going didn't dare to breathe, but they all secretly glanced over to size up the handsome man.

"Have you heard? This is the Prime Minister's son."

"Ah? Why is he kneeling here? Impossible, right? I heard the Prime Minister's son is also a figure. Kneeling in such a public place, has he no shame?"

"You don't know, he has been kneeling for three days, hasn't moved from the spot, hasn't moved at all."

"Really? But that person's temper doesn't look like it, right? Isn't he at odds with the Prime Minister? Is he here to beg because he encountered something?"

"That I don't know. Outside, he is rumored to be very brutal. When he first came in, I thought he was going to overturn this place. It seems rumors cannot be trusted. This person is nothing special, just better looking."

"Stop talking, let's go."

Zongfang ignored the gazes and whispers of the people around him, lowered his eyes, and just knelt there. A man dressed as a secretary walked over uneasily and advised: "Please don't make it difficult for us, go back first, the Prime Minister said he won't see you."

Zongfang raised his eyes, the chill in his eyes making the secretary's legs go soft, trembling and unable to stand steady.

"Why go to such lengths? The Prime Minister knows why you are here, he asked me to convey a message to you." The secretary leaned close to him in fear, blocked his mouth with his hand, and whispered: "The person is very safe, don't come again."

Hearing this, Zongfang's pupils shrank sharply. He grabbed the secretary's suit collar, his voice sounding like a rusted iron door when he spoke: "What did you say, say it again."

The secretary repeated tremblingly: "The person... the person is very safe, don't... eh! eh! You can't go in!"

Before the words were finished, Zongfang waved his hand and threw the secretary against the wall and onto the table, making a loud noise. He used his mental power to punch through the office door and walked in with big strides.

Zong Yan was having a meeting with several people. He wasn't surprised to see Zongfang, but waved his hand lightly to dismiss the others and had the floor cleared.

After everyone had left, Zongfang asked urgently: "Did you capture her?"

Zong Yan sat in the boss's chair and said unhurriedly: "Yes."

Zongfang's breathing was rapid, the rise and fall of his chest visibly unstable. He walked up directly, his eyes red, and slammed his fists on his desk, saying angrily: "Why!"

He closed his eyes, and after asking, he didn't want to know, immediately saying: "Where is she? Tell me where she is!"

Zong Yan looked at this son he hadn't seen for a long time. He had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale as if he had been seriously ill, his expression was exhausted, but there was a terrifying persistence in his bloodshot eyes. Zong Yan paused for a long time before saying: "Look at your ghost-like appearance, begging me for a female. Is this how I taught you?"

Zongfang couldn't bear it anymore and punched him with his whole body's mental power.

(End of chapter)