"Useless!"
Bo Siming swept everything off the table, roaring in a fit of rage.
"I can't believe you failed to handle such a small matter. What good are you?"
The leading killer looked dejected. "Young Master Bo, we really did our best. We had already caught that doctor, but out of nowhere, several strong men showed up and took down our men in just a few moves."
Bo Siming bit his thumbnail tightly, searching his mind for clues.
These men he had painstakingly trained were all top - notch veterans from the army. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to withstand three moves from them.
Who on earth were those strong men who could take them down?
Could it be Bo Jingyu?
Bo Siming shook his head and immediately dismissed the thought.
Right now, Bo Jingyu was up to his neck in dealing with the matters regarding Juanyi in the company. He couldn't possibly have the extra energy to interfere with his plan.
"Who is it! Who on earth is it!"
He roared angrily, in a terrible mood.
"Young Master Bo, your phone."
A lackey ran in, trembling as he held out the phone with both hands. His voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and he didn't dare to make a sound.
Bo Siming shot him a sharp look.
"Are you deaf or blind? Can't you see I'm busy!"
The lackey dropped to his knees with a thud, his voice quivering.
"It's... it's the eldest Miss Shen calling you!"
Bo Siming angrily got up and grabbed his neck. His eyes were blood - red with a bloodthirsty look.
"If you say one more word, I'll strangle you."
"Umph! Cough, cough! I'm sorry, Young Master Bo. Please..."
Before the lackey could finish his plea for mercy, a desperate cry for help came from the phone, filled with misery and helplessness.
"Siming! Wuwuwu, please come and save me quickly!"
Bo Siming clicked his tongue in annoyance, released his grip, and picked up the phone. "What's wrong with you again! I'm very busy right now!"
"My mom and dad have been locked up. I managed to sneak out. I don't know which heartless person reported our family! I'm at the detention center now. Hurry, come and bail me out!"
Shen Shiyu's mindless shouting left him confused.
"What report? Slow down and explain!"
Bo Siming's angry mood gradually calmed down.
"It's not the time to ask these questions," she looked back at the approaching police officers and started running away in a panic. "Hurry! Come and bail me out, or the child..."
The call ended with a series of beeps.
He was completely stunned.
Bo Siming hardly heard a word of what Shen Shiyu said before, but he heard the last sentence clearly.
A child? What child?
Could that stupid woman have accidentally gotten pregnant with his child?
Just thinking about it gave Bo Siming the creeps.
This kind of thing must never happen to him.
Moreover, he had never intended to marry Shen Shiyu. He simply didn't like this kind of big - breasted and brainless woman with low IQ and EQ.
"Quick, get the car ready!"
The killer frowned and asked, "What about the task of hunting down the doctor?"
Bo Siming looked at him coldly. "Do I need to tell you what to do? Once you catch the person, kill them immediately. Leave no clues behind."
Less than half an hour later, he drove to the detention center.
The jailer received the notice and rushed over quickly, smiling obsequiously. "Young Master Bo, we meet again. Come in quickly. I've brewed the finest tea."
"Where is she?"
"This..."
Bo Siming squinted his eyes. His sharp gaze seemed capable of killing.
"I'll ask you one more time. Where is she?"
"Young Master Bo, I can't make the decision on this matter." The jailer said helplessly.
"Then call the person who can make the decision over right now!"
He was so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged. He was trying hard to suppress his anger.
"The only person who can make the decision is Shen Ximan."
Bo Siming grabbed the jailer's collar in a fit of rage. He gritted his teeth and roared word by word, "Are you kidding me? That woman is already dead. How can you ask her to make the decision?"
The jailer looked nervous on the surface and his legs were weak, but deep down, he was as firm as a rock.
After all, he had a powerful backer, so he wasn't afraid of anyone.
"Young Master Bo, you can't start a fight at the entrance of the detention center! Let's talk things out nicely. Don't always resort to violence."
"If you don't want to get beaten, just tell me honestly. Who else can make the decision besides Shen Ximan?" Bo Siming's chest heaved with anger.
The jailer looked like he was about to cry. "I'll tell you the truth. None of us can interfere in this matter. A person of your noble family background shouldn't get entangled with these small fry!"
"How ruthless. Shen Yuliang was actually kept in the dark by his wife and daughter for so many years. He didn't even know that his daughter was locked up in the basement and tortured. That empty - shell construction company is probably going to go bankrupt!"
Hearing this, Bo Siming suddenly had a clear idea.
So, the Shen family was about to fall?
Thinking of Shen Yuliang, that parasite, he couldn't wait to get rid of him completely. He never thought that God would be so kind as to hand this opportunity to him so easily.
If Bo Siming generously bailed out the Shen family, used some money to suppress this news, and then took over that dilapidated construction company, wouldn't it be a double blessing?
It was perfect!
"Young Master Bo?" The jailer waved his hand and looked at him curiously.
He pulled his thoughts back, let go of the jailer's collar, took out a check from his inner pocket, quickly filled in the amount, and handed it over.
"There's 500,000 here."
The jailer frowned in confusion. "What's this for?"
Bo Siming sneered. "Oh, not enough, right?" He quickly wrote another check. "This one is for 1.5 million. Together with the previous one, it's a total of 2 million. It's all for you. You can spend it however you like."
The jailer's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he was almost drooling.
Just as he was about to reach out his hands to take the checks, Bo Siming pulled them back. The message in his eyes was clear.
"But I have a requirement."
The jailer nodded. "Please speak."
"This is the money to bail out the three members of the Shen family. You should know what to do, right?"
The jailer was immediately stunned. "No, no! I can deliver some food to them, but it's absolutely inappropriate for me to use my connections to handle this matter!"
Bo Siming shook his head regretfully. "That's a pity. You probably won't have the chance to enjoy this 2 - million - yuan windfall. After all, those policemen are just saying that the little girl was imprisoned and tortured, right?"
"Then I'd like to ask you, where's the evidence of the torture?"
The jailer was unable to answer for a long time. "This..."
"Is there a photo? Are there any torture tools? Or is the little girl missing an arm or a leg and unable to take care of herself?"
"This... I'm not really sure."
Bo Siming sighed. "Maybe it's Shen Ximan's doing. She just had to drag her family down with her before she died. Who is really the pitiful one here? You people are so heartless."
The jailer was left speechless by his words.
He even began to think that this matter might not have been handled properly.