Seeing Iben plans to release Jin Yongnian, Wang Qingxi thought of his cousin's previous warning and immediately felt uneasy. He quickly said to Iben, "I think there might be a trap here. They probably already called the police and are just waiting for us to walk into it."

His English is passable, otherwise, Jin Yongnian wouldn't have sent him here in the first place. As a veteran employee of an import-export company, poor English skills are definitely not an option.

Iben's French is the best, and his English is mediocre at best, so he barely managed to understand Wang Qingxi's meaning after listening twice. He sneered, "So what if they called the police? We're not afraid of the police at all. Besides, I believe they won't pull any tricks, especially since they've already paid 20 Bitcoins."

Mentioning Bitcoin, Iben couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, because those 20 Bitcoins are equivalent to over twenty thousand US Dollars.

Iben had reason to suspect Wang Qingxi might have deliberately withheld the wallet password, because if it were him, he'd definitely claim he couldn't find it too, just to swallow these 20 Bitcoins worth over twenty thousand US Dollars.

But right now, they still needed Wang Qingxi to communicate with the hostage's family, so he couldn't delve too deeply into it.

"If the hostage has seen your faces, releasing him so he can escape and report to the police later would be a huge hassle for you."

Wang Qingxi couldn't afford to be subtle, so he spoke bluntly.

Iben chuckled coldly, looking at him, "Are you suggesting I kill him to silence him? Haha, we're **lin, we can't lie, it's against our beliefs. We've already told them, once the ransom is paid, we will release him. We have to keep our word, that's our principle."

Wang Qingxi was speechless for quite a while, thinking to himself that they're a bunch of gangsters, talking about beliefs and principles.

However, since his own life hangs in the balance, he couldn't directly retort, only managing to persuade with a grim face, "Think it over carefully, releasing the hostage will lead to endless troubles."

"Alright. I know what to do, no need for your guidance. Now, send them a text telling them the location where we will meet for the exchange."

Feeling helpless, Wang Qingxi complied. He hesitated about sending false information, but feared being discovered later and not being able to keep his life, so he didn't dare tamper with it.

Chen Feng received the text and immediately handed it to the technician sitting in the middle row, who, after looking at it, informed the middle-aged driver and Qin Zhen sitting up front.

"Then we should head to that outdoor soccer field now," Qin Zhen instructed, and neither the driver nor the technician objected.

Chen Feng promptly sent a message back, saying he would head over as quickly as possible and notify them upon arrival.

After about ten minutes, their business vehicle arrived at the agreed-upon outdoor soccer field and found a spot to park.

However, Chen Feng couldn't notify them immediately, since doing it too quickly would raise suspicion.

After another ten minutes passed, Chen Feng finally sent the message, indicating he had arrived.

The response was for him to walk alone to a nearby cross-river bridge, assuring him it would take only five minutes to get there.

Meanwhile, an associate of Iben sat on an outdoor bench a hundred meters from the business vehicle, sizing up the vehicle.

Iben and another accomplice drove with Jin Yongnian and an unfortunate translator blindfolded and gagged, as well as Wang Qingxi.

Wang Qingxi felt terrible because during the transfer of Jin Yongnian and the translator, the translator accidentally got a good look at his face.

Though the translator didn't know him, seeing an Asian face among the kidnappers would definitely raise suspicions, and if they returned home safely, telling Jin Yongnian would likely lead to trouble.

Once back home, a face-to-face encounter would unravel everything.

The car quickly reached the cross-river bridge, but as it was climbing uphill, the driver carelessly rear-ended a Toyota ahead.

Iben was infuriated, smacking the driver on the back of the head, then ordered him to get out and settle the matter, preferably by paying to avoid trouble.

The driver obediently got out to resolve the issue, but shortly after, a gunshot rang out, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Iben cursed angrily, grabbed his gun, and rushed out the car door, firing repeatedly at the fleeing Toyota, managing to hit a rear tire. The Toyota lost control, skidding sideways and crashing into a vehicle ahead, leading to a series of cacophonous collisions causing a large pileup involving at least a dozen vehicles.

The cross-river bridge descended into chaos, with gunfire and vehicular mayhem. Anyone could tell it wasn't safe, prompting many drivers to attempt turning around, only to collide with others and worsen the situation, blocking both ends of the bridge.

Iben disregarded all of this, first checking on his fallen associate, his own cousin, now lifeless from a gunshot to the chest.

Iben vowed revenge for his cousin, storming towards the crashed Toyota, intent on killing everyone inside, sparing none.

His bloodlust boiling, he charged forward, but as he neared the Toyota, someone inside opened fire. Despite instinctively dodging, he was hit in the left shoulder.

He fell to the ground but didn't retreat, raising his pistol to fire multiple rounds at the Toyota until his clip emptied. He crouched behind a car, pulling a spare magazine from his pocket and reloading.

Rising suddenly, he unleashed a torrent of bullets at the Toyota, spraying it liberally, leaving its body riddled with bullet holes like a beehive.

After another magazine ran dry, he swapped in another, this time more composed, choosing not to duck for cover. In his estimation, nobody inside the car survived, or they were out of ammunition, otherwise, they would have shot back.

With a fresh magazine loaded, Iben advanced toward the Toyota, growing closer, moments away. Suddenly, his eyes widened, instinctively squeezing the trigger.

Two shots echoed simultaneously, Iben clutching his wounded throat, blood swiftly soaking his entire body, breathing faltering, eyes bulging. His body stiffened before collapsing on the spot.

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