Jiang Nuan's eyes flickered towards the back. A man emerged from another room, holding her son captive.
"Xiao Kuo." Jiang Nuan looked at her son, utterly shocked. He was weak, his hair matted with sweat, his eyes unfocused and devoid of clarity.
She knew her son's capabilities. By instinct, even if she hadn't arrived in time, with his skills, he would have been able to rescue himself. She had never imagined he would be in such a predicament.
Jiang Nuan's heart tore with pain.
Mu Jiuchen looked at his son's pale, frail face, his heart also aching as if ripped apart.
"What did you do to him?" Jiang Nuan roared, her fists already poised.
The man looked at the slightly overweight man on the ground, who was in severe pain, his muffled groans unsettling.
However, he managed to maintain his composure. "This precious child's life is truly valuable. If we kill him, we'll get two hundred million."
After speaking, the man looked at Jiang Nuan with a contorted expression. "Even though your life is not fortunate, you bore a good son. It benefits me."
Mu Jiuchen's terrifying aura surged to its peak. Seeing the man ecstatically waving his arms, Mu Jiuchen suddenly kicked out his long leg, aiming directly for the gun in the man's hand.
Jiang Nuan also struck simultaneously. The moment the man stumbled back unintentionally, she snatched her son and held him in her arms.
"Mama, you're finally here," Jiang Yikuo said, then his entire body went limp and he lost consciousness.
"Kuo Bao." Jiang Nuan let out a heart-wrenching cry. Hearing her son's hoarse call, she suddenly froze. How had Xiao Kuo's voice changed like this?
Mu Jiuchen simultaneously grabbed a chair from beside the computer desk and smashed it down hard towards the man's head.
The man was also a practitioner of martial arts, but against Mu Jiuchen, he couldn't withstand even a single move. He swayed precariously and collapsed onto the man already on the ground.
The thinner man, seeing the terrifying Mu Jiuchen, was too scared to utter a sound. Now, he only wanted his life, not money.
Mu Jiuchen quickly squatted beside Jiang Nuan, who was checking her son's pulse.
Jiang Nuan's face suddenly changed dramatically. She quickly took out a pill from her bag and fed it to her son.
"Nuannuan, how is Xiao Kuo?" Mu Jiuchen asked anxiously, looking at her.
Jiang Nuan's eyes turned red, tears flowing uncontrollably. "It's a chemical stimulant, B2 toxic, which has damaged Xiao Kuo's vocal cords."
"Ah…" Mu Jiuchen let out a furious roar, his primal violent instincts instantly unleashed like a bursting dam.
He strode forward, grabbing the thin man by the neck and asking word by word, "Tell me, did Tan Xue send you to capture my son?"
His grip was so strong that the man could only emit gasping sounds, his face turning a bruised liver color.
"I told you to speak, are you deaf?" Mu Jiuchen's intense emotional change and overpowering killing intent were horrifying, his gaze chilling to the bone.
The man wanted to speak, but could not produce a single sound.
"Die?" Mu Jiuchen kicked the man away.
The man hit the desk, his head lolled, and he fainted.
Mu Jiuchen abruptly turned back. The two men on the ground looked at the enraged Mu Jiuchen with sheer terror.
Mu Jiuchen grabbed the collar of the fatter man again, and angrily asked, "I'll give you one chance, who ordered you to do this?"
The man looked at Mu Jiuchen's bloodshot eyes, having already tasted the breath of death.
He had never expected to fail. The three of them, with a hostage and powerful weapons, were no match for these two.
The man furrowed his brow, his lips twitching incessantly from pain.
Seeing the man remain silent, Mu Jiuchen raised his fist, ready to strike.
The man immediately burst into tears. "Wuwuwu… Don't hit me, please don't hit me anymore. We were just taking money to do a job, we don't know who sent us."
Mu Jiuchen unceremoniously punched him in the face.
"If you don't tell the truth, then die." Mu Jiuchen, in his fury, raised his fist again.
One punch, two punches, three punches...!
Blood splattered!
Utterly brutal!
Extremely enraged!
"Wuwu…" The man couldn't bear the pain any longer and vaguely uttered two words with difficulty.
Mu Jiuchen finally stopped his actions.
The man beside him had already curled up, trying to make himself as small as possible.
The slightly plump man also felt wronged. Why was he the only one being beaten?
Weren't the other two people?
"Speak!" Mu Jiuchen's angry voice lost its patience. His intense rage made it impossible for anyone to look directly at him, it was utterly terrifying.
The man caught his breath before saying, "Yes, it was Tan Xue. It was her. She told us to capture your son."
Mu Jiuchen suppressed the killing intent churning within him. "Call her."
Upon hearing this, the man felt he might as well be dead. If this call was made, his money would be gone, he would go to jail, and all his efforts would be in vain.
But if he didn't call, Mu Jiuchen would definitely not let him go.
"Call!" Mu Jiuchen threw the phone on the table to the man.
The man, in extreme pain, took the phone with trembling hands.
"Speakerphone."
The man complied with everything. The call was answered quickly.
"Madam."
"Success? Is that little bastard dead?"
Mu Jiuchen heard it clearly; it was Tan Xue's voice.
Hearing the words "little bastard," his anger erupted to its absolute limit. "Tan Xue, you damn bastard, when have you ever succeeded against me? Dare to touch my son, your good days are over."
The call ended abruptly on the other end.
The police quickly arrived and took Jiang Nuan, Mu Jiuchen, and the two men away.
Mu Jiuchen then squatted beside Jiang Nuan, took his son from her and held him. Looking at the distraught Jiang Nuan, he felt an overwhelming sense of heartache.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on Jiang Nuan's forehead, light and gentle, his lips soft.
Jiang Nuan looked at him abruptly, a hint of clarity returning to her tear-filled eyes.
"Nuannuan, Kuo Bao will be alright," his voice was hoarse, filled with endless pity.
His Nuannuan deserved the best in the world, yet at this moment, she was crying like a heartbroken mess before him.
"I'm sorry, Nuannuan! It's my fault for not protecting you both." Mu Jiuchen's voice was hoarsely gentle, filled with extreme self-blame.
Jiang Nuan said angrily, "Let's go see Tan Xue."
She would not easily forgive that malicious woman.
Mu Jiuchen nodded, picked up his son, and led her away.
At the Mu family's old residence, Tan Xue felt as if her heart had turned to ash. How could it have failed?
How did Jiang Nuan and Mu Jiuchen find the location of that little bastard so quickly?
"Madam, it failed. What do we do now?" Yao Lu walked in frantically. This time, she was going to jail.
Tan Xue had already lost control. The moment Mu Jiuchen ruined her escape route, she had lost her sanity.
Tan Xue did not immediately answer Yao Lu's question. She had intended to release the news of Mu Yunxiao's affair to disrupt Mu Jiuchen.
But that news had not caused even a ripple. Why was that?
Tan Xue looked at Yao Lu sharply and said with deep meaning, "Lulu, I have to leave. Do you want to come with me?"