"Chu, be careful that this is a trap set by the kidnappers."

Wang Fei whispered a reminder to Zhu Mo as he walked, while the latter nodded faintly and still walked towards it.

The factory is very big, and the ink and his staff have been turning around for nearly three hours before turning the whole factory over, but they have not seen any people.

"Get me the factories and the monitoring around here!"

Chu Mo stood at the gate of the factory and lit a cigarette. He rarely smoked, but now he can no longer be as calm as before.

For the first time, Wang Fei sighed silently and...