No idlers in Florida.

Palm Beach, the billionaire's resort paradise.

Inside a luxurious villa.

Miss Dupont was furious, yelling into her phone, "Immediately, right now, no matter what you use, Apache, main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles... I want out!"

The person on the other end probably moved the phone away until Vera's voice faded, then weakly said, "Vera. I'm really not in the country right now..."

Vera wasn't so easily deceived, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? What does it matter if you're in the country or not! Martin, if you leave me for dead, don't come to me in the future!"

"Vera, why do you say that? Just consider it a vacation."

Young Master Martin, whose family business primarily deals in international arms trade, forced a smile, clearly lacking confidence himself.

As expected, Vera's voice rose even higher. She was glaring out at the suited thugs who had the villa surrounded so tightly that not even a mosquito could get through.

"Vacation?! Have you ever seen a vacation where you can't even step out the door? Damn Cynthia! She treats me like a prisoner! She has no right to do this!"

Enjoyment turns to sorrow.

With money flowing outside, Vera was planning a major move, but she was suddenly benched, her freedom restricted.

In her anxiety and anger, her fair face flushed bright red. If the phone wasn't her only means of contact with the outside world, she would probably have smashed it.

"Vera, what are you saying? I'm at sea, the signal isn't good..."

With that, the connection was cut.

"Coward! Weakling! Coward!"

Vera certainly wasn't going to be fooled by such a low-level trick.

Is Cynthia really that frightening?!

Alright.

If she wasn't, she wouldn't have been trapped here.

Martin is arguably the core member of her sycophant squad, and if even he is helpless, there's no need to mention others.

As for family.

Forget it.

She didn't want to bring trouble on herself!

For the umpteenth time, Vera resisted the urge to smash her phone and looked at the extravagantly luxurious house.

The ceiling height was certainly enough.

If she tied a rope to the railing on the second floor, hanging herself wouldn't be a problem.

Of course.

Vera would never entertain such a weak thought. Not to mention whether it would succeed, even if it did, it would be a lifelong stain and source of ridicule.

Taking a few slow breaths, Vera adjusted her emotions. Once she had calmed down a bit, she picked up the phone again and dialed a number not afraid of Cynthia.

"Help me."

"..."

Her straightforward opening line must've left the other side a bit bewildered.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm under house arrest, Cynthia's doing. The people outside are hers."

"..."

In such a situation, other than Boss Jiang, there's no one else Vera could see as a heroic figure rather than a coward.

"I'll send you the address."

Listening to those continuous words, Jiang Chen didn't know whether to feel honored or troubled.

Peninsula Hotel.

Woken from his nap, he sat on the bed with a phone in one hand, massaging his temple with the other.

"Do you think I'm Superman or Batman? I'm in Tokyo, how can I save you?"

"Aren't we comrades?"

Tremendous progress, indeed.

Learning to play the sympathy card.

"She won't harm you. After some time, she'll naturally let you go."

Jiang Chen was indeed speaking from a practical standpoint, but such casual words were disheartening for a revolutionary comrade.

Vera, as expected, erupted.

"Jiang Chen, are you even human?! What do you mean she won't harm me? She's imprisoning me here, limiting my freedom, treating me like an animal. Every minute and second, my mind and soul are under enormous torture!"

Jiang Chen found himself at a loss to neither cry nor laugh.

Alright.

Western culture is like this.

It emphasizes spiritual feelings more.

"It's not that I don't want to help you; it's just beyond my capabilities."

"Excuses! With your vast prowess, there must be a way if you just want to."

He's not some heartthrob.

Since when did he have fans?

Jiang Chen opened his mouth.

Hanging up directly was obviously inappropriate, considering they shared a revolutionary friendship.

"Don't rush; let me think."

Typical delaying tactic.

A stalling strategy.

Vera saw right through it, "How long do you need to think? Do you know how much wealth I lose for every hour I'm detained!"

"I warned you, told you to keep a low profile."

Boss Jiang began shifting the focus.

"Cynthia isn't stupid; she'll find out anyway. Stop beating around the bush. Are you going to save me or not?"

Jiang Chen helplessly got off the bed, "Even if I had a way, right now, there's no way."

"What do you mean?"

"Since Cynthia has imprisoned you, how come you still have a phone to contact the outside?"

Vera was speechless.

"For all we know, she might be listening to our conversation right now."

One must admit, Boss Jiang's narrative was very reasonable.

The kidnapper takes you hostage yet ignores leaving you with a phone to easily and openly call for help—what an international joke!

Moreover.

Even if overlooked, are the suited guys outside blind and deaf?

"She's a freak!"

Even knowing her phone might be tapped, Vera didn't hold back, even seemingly intentionally cursing.

"So, no one can help you now."

Jiang Chen walked to the window, with a "swish," pulled open the curtain, and looked outside.

Whether she had nothing to say or agreed with his reasoning, Vera on the other end fell quiet for a moment.

No wonder Martin, always like a tag-along, surprisingly hung up.

Turns out he wasn't foolish at all.

Anyone who tries to help her would likely be detected by Cynthia immediately.

"Hmph, let me remind you, since Cynthia has acted against me, your day facing the axe won't be far off. Be careful."

Jiang Chen remained calm, just at that moment, a grand convoy entered his sight, traveling from east to west on the road outside the hotel.

Jiang Chen slightly lowered his head.

As it approached the hotel, the convoy began to slow down, revealing its destination.

"There's no need to be careful anymore."

Jiang Chen, looking down from above, curved a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

"They've already arrived."

Outside the bedroom.

Youmao stood by the large, bright floor-to-ceiling window, holding the sniper rifle straight with unprecedented seriousness, the gun barrel aimed downward through the glass, her right eye against the scope.

Tanki Liuli stood beside her.

Downstairs.

The convoy stopped.

The black bodyguard, just about to open the door, suddenly stopped the action and turned his head, looking up to the old hotel.

Intangibly, it felt like two forces were confronting.

"Clack."

The door was pushed open from inside.

A stunning silver-haired woman alighted from the car, ignoring the bodyguard's heavy gaze, heading toward the hotel.

Youmao remained motionless, slightly tilting her head, one eye on the scope, finger resting on the trigger.

"Guests are welcome here."

From behind.

Boss Jiang emerged from the bedroom.

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