Ke Chen gradually retracted his gaze, glancing to the side, but there was no one there.
"We'll talk when we get back."
Once Ke Chen returned to his exclusive suite, a figure gradually appeared before him.
From transparent to solid, not a thread of clothing on.
Ke Chen's expression remained neutral; he tossed a jacket at the figure, sat on the sofa, and picked up a cigar, sniffing it under his nose.
"Speak."
The figure finally fully materialized, a skinny man, short in stature, with unhealthily pale skin.
Ke Chen's clothes were large, making him look like a child wearing adult clothes.
The man's face was ordinary, with emotionless eyes, slightly lowered eyelids, very submissive.
"Sir, Sun Yazhu was kidnapped a month ago."
"Kidnapped?" A sharp gleam flashed in Ke Chen's eyes. "Whose people?"
"Blackbeard's gang, small fry operating on the Nanling line. They caught the wrong eye by kidnapping Miss Sun, and now the entire line is gone."
The entire line is gone.
