"Why come to Hejing?" Shen Sixing surveyed the exchange point, which was piled high with various communication devices and surveillance screens.
His gaze swept over the equipment, finally landing on the two kidnappers. "Going through all this trouble, you might as well have robbed a bank."
One of them grinned. "Because a lot of rich people send their kids to this school. And it's not just domestic ones, there are many foreign kids too. Each of their family backgrounds is more powerful than the last."
After speaking, he didn't forget to add flatteringly, "But don't worry, boss, we didn't touch your kid."
Shen Sixing gave him an unreadable look.
"Is that so?"
The kidnapper was completely oblivious to the strangeness in his tone and continued to chatter endlessly.
"Yes! And among the targets this time, there's a little girl with a massive background!"
He had nothing to hide from Shen Sixing. "Her father, the richest man, is actually willing to pay five billion to ransom her! We're really going to strike it rich this time!"
The man's face bore an unstoppable smile.
Five billion.
Looking at the entire school full of people, they couldn't even compare to this single one.
As expected of the daughter of the richest man.
Shen Sixing listened quietly.
He didn't speak until the man finished.
"Do you know where Changtian and the others are right now?"
"Oh, right!" The kidnapper slapped his forehead. "We forgot to tell you. Boss Changtian and the rest are all in the school's security room right now. If you want to go and join them, I'll report to the others and let you pass first, how about that?"
Shen Sixing smiled and said alright.
This guy Changtian used to be his subordinate.
Having worked together for seven or eight years, Shen Sixing had never once lost his temper in front of his colleagues. The fact that he was a boss with a great temper was a universally acknowledged truth.
Faking it for a year or two was called putting on an act, but maintaining a persona for seven or eight years without slipping up meant it wasn't an act anymore; he was genuinely a great guy.
This made it exceptionally easy for people to breed contempt and disregard for him.
He liked the effect of this disregard.
Shen Sixing wished the whole world would ignore him.
Before causing trouble, he liked to be completely silent.
"Then I'll have them let you through first." The kidnapper picked up his walkie-talkie and gave instructions to the people below one by one.
And right in the instant he finished all this, turned around defenselessly, and put down the walkie-talkie.
Shen Sixing shot him dead with an expressionless face.
Too much nonsense.
With a bang, the man collapsed to the ground without warning.
The walkie-talkie was thrown out, hitting the ground, still buzzing with static.
The other kidnapper froze.
He subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist, but the next moment, he was dealt with cleanly and efficiently by Shen Sixing in the exact same manner.
A single shot to the head.
The surroundings instantly became terrifyingly quiet.
Shen Sixing retracted his gun and turned around.
In the surrounding environment, only the warm lighting shone on the man's emotionless face.
Paired with the two dead kidnappers lying on the ground with their eyes wide open, Chen Jiaojiao couldn't stop her entire body from trembling.
Chen Jiaojiao was already frightened into a daze. Even her screams were stuck in her throat. It turned out that under extreme fear, a person really couldn't cry out.
Just now, two shots, two people fell to the ground.
Blood... blood everywhere...
Shen Sixing had absolutely no intention of comforting her. He walked up to the girl.
Chen Jiaojiao subconsciously looked up in terror.
The man's dark, heavy eyes were actually a bit more chilling than the pitch-black night.
Shen Sixing realized that she couldn't even make a sound to scream.
Was she that afraid of him?
He said, "I've seen you before, little kid."
"Your name is Chen Duojiao."
Chen Jiaojiao's panicked and terrified mood unexpectedly relaxed for a couple of seconds because of this somewhat comical nickname.
Her tears suddenly fell as she trembled, "Uncle..."
Shen Sixing took two steps back, realizing that this kid completely treated him like some kind of security blanket.
She hugged him and started crying uncontrollably, "Wuwuwuwu, Uncle, Uncle..."
"Don't cry and dirty my clothes," Shen Sixing pulled her away and spoke coldly. "They are very expensive."
He was still waiting to show off to his wife and child.
Shen Yi always said he looked impotent, like a corporate slave.
Before coming here, he specifically changed his styling and hair.
The foreign stylist said that combing his hair back would make him look much more energetic.
Chen Jiaojiao was so scared that she instantly didn't dare to cry anymore.
"O-okay."
She sobbed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle, I misunderstood you." She babbled incoherently. "I always thought you were a weak, scrawny man with kidney deficiency..."
Who could have thought that he would kill people so effortlessly.
The whole process only took a second or two, and two large men silently died.
Shen Yi's dad is so scary, wuwuwu.
Shen Sixing looked thoughtful. "Is this how Little Yi usually promotes me at school?"
She shook her head crazily. "N-no..."
If it weren't for her fear of Shen Sixing, Chen Jiaojiao really wanted to say, I'm just calling it as I see it, Uncle.
You are, after all, the man who was slapped to the ground by Ms. Wen.
Shen Sixing also noticed her panicked and uneasy emotions.
For the sake of his daughter, the man uncharacteristically offered a faint word of comfort: "Rest assured, I have already bestowed upon them an eternal slumber."
Chen Jiaojiao: "..."
Do you cultured people all call killing someone eternal slumber?
She had truly never seen anyone display a backstab so vividly and thoroughly.
One second, his tone was gentle and mild.
The next second, he shot his acquaintances dead.
"Uncle... did you change your hairstyle?" Chen Jiaojiao followed behind him. Shen Sixing ignored her, walking straight toward the security room.
She only just noticed that he used to always wear black-rimmed glasses paired with a white shirt.
In all fairness, Shen Yi's dad was quite good-looking.
He had a prominent nose, soft, clean, and plain facial features, and slightly curly black hair that gave him an inherent aura of being weak and easily bullied.
Now, with his hair combed back, wearing a black coat, his brows and eyes inexplicably gained a sharpness they didn't have before. Coupled with his absolutely superior height, she felt he looked like a god descending to earth.
She would never again say that her best friend's dad was a useless man who only knew how to sleep.
Shen Sixing ignored her.
The signal here was completely cut off. The only reason the kidnappers could communicate with people was because they had the help of professional computer technicians.
But contacting the outside world was equally effortless for Shen Sixing.
However, with his years of experience dealing with various special departments and the police, Shen Sixing knew better than anyone the efficiency of those people. By the time they rushed over and negotiated, everyone would be dead.
He didn't call the police. Instead, he dialed a number as he walked.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.
Shen Sixing got straight to the point. "Lend me some people."
The other end was silent for a second.
"For what?" The voice was cold. "I thought after you got together with Wen Ya, you wouldn't think of calling me for the rest of your life."
Shen Sixing answered, "I want to clean up some useless former colleagues."
He muttered to himself, "Sure enough, once you have a family, you should cut ties with colleagues you no longer contact, lest they affect family harmony."
It's just that when other people have a family, they delete their social media contacts.
But he was preparing to physically delete his former colleagues.
"How many men do you want?" He didn't want to lend them to Shen Sixing, nor did he want to entertain this plea for help.
But he had no choice.
This was the first time in over a decade that Shen Sixing had taken the initiative to contact them. He could only swallow his urge to make sarcastic remarks and listen to what the man had to say.
Shen Sixing said, "How about a thousand? Hejing is a pretty big place."
"Impossible! You're out of your mind!"
"Seven hundred, then," he replied calmly. "If the old man asks, I'll go home and talk to him when the time comes. I still have the authority to deploy some men, don't I, Shen Sigui?"
Strictly speaking, yes.
He was the one who was truly meant to inherit the family's entire legacy.
The voice on the other end of the line practically ground its teeth. "Fine, then you can go explain it to Father. If he finds out you mobilized seven hundred men for a kid—and a completely worthless kid who brings nothing but trouble at that—do you really think he'll let you off easily?"
Shen Sixing sounded somewhat helpless. "It's not like I want to do this."
"I just don't have any men on hand right now."
The few subordinates he did have were currently the very enemies holding his daughter hostage.
Shen Sixing deeply realized the gravity of the situation.
As it turned out, spending all these years solely killing people without ever socializing meant that, when it came down to it, he didn't even have a single handy pawn at his disposal.
"Will you help me out, Shen Sigui?"
"Help you out?" Shen Sigui was furious. "How much more am I supposed to help you? What exactly are you planning to do after I give you seven hundred men? Are you going to commit murder in front of a crowd just for her?"
"That depends on the situation," Shen Sixing mused. "If I have a choice, I'd rather not kill people in public."
He wasn't a savior, and he had no intention of rescuing everyone there.
He only wanted Shen Yi.
