They had underestimated their enemy, so they had suffered a great loss.

Before anyone could react, Qin Shu sent another Platinum-level guard flying with a kick.

Ye Qing and the others had killed three out of ten guards. Now that Qin Shu had killed two of them at once, only three Platinum-level guards remained, easing the pressure on them.

It was the first time the Ye brothers had seen Qin Shu erupt with her true strength. They were all stunned by the two kicks that rendered the pair of guards obsolete.

Young Madam Fu was so powerful!

Who knew Young Madam Fu’s martial strength was so great?

Young Madam Fu was so cool!

The misunderstanding that the Fourth Young Master had given them was too deep. At one point, they thought that Young Madam Fu was weak and easily bullied. Therefore, she always relied on the Fourth Young Master to protect her.

Qin Shu’s aid rekindled the Ye brothers’ fighting spirits, allowing them to push through their injuries in the unbearable pain to finish what they started. Launching a coordinated assault on the three guards still standing, they defeated their foes in one fell swoop.

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At the entrance of the villa…

Xiao Jiu held a small piece of dried fish in his chubby little hand and fed it to President Ba. From time to time, he would raise his head to look at the entrance, hoping to see if his parents had come out so that he could see them at first glance.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a car parked behind the villa. He turned his head in puzzlement and looked at the car. There was a man beside the car. He was leisurely leaning against the car, smoking a cigarette between his fingers as he looked left and right; it was as if he was keeping a lookout.

Xiao Jiu thought for a while. He unlocked the car door with the car keys and then put the keys on the driver’s seat. Only then did he get out of the car. He did not forget to carry President Ba down, forcefully shutting the door in the process.

He carried President Ba and snuck closer on his short legs. He saw people coming out from the back of the villa. One of them was his father.

Those people were the bad guys trying to snatch his father away from him!

He saw them get into the car with his own eyes. If he did not stop them, they would leave with his father in tow.

Xiao Jiu wanted to get his mother, but there was no time. If he dallied now, they would lose his father’s trail again. Instead, he hurried towards his father, banishing his fears to the deepest corners of his mind.

Just as they were about to make their getaway, Xiao Jiu tugged at the hem of one of those men trying to leave with his father. The man turned around and saw some brat clinging to his trousers.

The brat was a young, handsome boy with a cat in his arms. One look at his clothes and noble bearing told him that he was from a wealthy family.

The man had a fierce look on his face, and there was a mole on his right chin. He was afraid the child was a scion of one of the families in the area, so he did not shake the boy off. “Brat, why are you clinging to me?”

Xiao Jiu blinked as tears welled up in his eyes. Crying pitifully, he said, “Uncle, I’m lost. Can you bring me home?”

“You’re lost? If you’re lost, why aren’t you going to the police? Why are you clinging to me?”

The man with the mole snorted coldly. He was a little impatient. He grabbed Xiao Jiu’s hand and tried to wrench himself free.

Xiao Jiu may have been young, but he was by no means weak. He clung onto the man’s clothes, refusing to let go as he cried plaintively, “I can’t find the police. Uncle, uncle, can you bring me away from here? My mother will give you a lot of money. My family is not short of money. As long as you send me home, my mother will repay you for your kindness.”

At the mere mention of money, the man with the mole paused, ceasing his attempts to wrangle himself free from Xiao Jiu’s unyielding hold. He glanced at the others in the car hesitantly, hoping to receive further instructions.

“Brothers, why don’t we bring this brat along? We’ll get a generous reward if we send him home.”

The others waiting in the car were growing impatient, but when they heard the promise of money, their eyes lit up, and their previous annoyance vanished into thin air as if it never existed. They only had so much cash on hand at any time, and not one of them would complain if an opportunity to earn easy money dropped onto their laps. Money made the world go round; they could spend it on food, drinks, women, or whatever else they wanted to change things up. One could never have too much money!

Therefore, their eyes burned with greed when they heard the brat’s promise.

A man with a buzz cut popped out of the car. He stared at Xiao Jiu, sizing him up. Whether it was his attire or temperament, everything about the child screamed wealth.

The buzz cut chuckled, “Get him into the car. Don’t be stupid. Who would say no to money?”

That was all the affirmation the man with the mole needed. He happily picked up Xiao Jiu and stuffed him in the backseat, letting him sit with Yang Jin.

Xiao Jiu’s petite body allowed the man with a mole to carry and place him in the backseat. He hugged President Ba tightly in his arms, refusing to let go of him.

No sooner had he fastened his seatbelt than the car sped off into the distance.

With President Ba cradled in his arms, Xiao Jiu looked at Fu Tingyu. His father ignored him as if he were a stranger, staring straight ahead and nowhere else. It puzzled him. What was wrong with his father? How could he not recognize him?

Qin Shu had told Xiao Jiu that his father had amnesia and did not remember him.

Xiao Jiu was unsure what he should do; he had not planned so far ahead. So he improvised. Fishing out a few pieces of milk candy from his pocket, he offered one to Fu Tingyu. “Uncle, this is for you,” he mumbled childishly.

The man regarded the young boy cooly, his eyes curving into crescents. “I’m not hungry,” he said, not sparing Xiao Jiu a second thought.

The two men sitting in front turned around when they heard Xiao Jiu striking up a conversation with Yang Jin.

Xiao Jiu noticed the attention. They were probably trying to clue in on his identity, but he ignored them. Instead, he stared at his father with bright, curious eyes and asked, “Uncle, are you lost too?”

“No,” came the man’s clipped reply.

Xiao Jiu did not give up. He tilted his head and asked in her voice, feigning naivety, “Is Uncle upset? Uncle doesn’t look very happy… My mother says that eating milk candy will make anyone feel better! Uncle, why don’t you give it a try?”

The man frowned. “No.”

The man with the mole lost interest in the conversation. In his eyes, the brat was just some rich family’s young master who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He knew nothing of the world or how it worked. He would not find it surprising if the brat managed to sell himself to traffickers without knowing any better.

Xiao Jiu’s hand hovered in the air, growing sore as his father ignored him. Helpless, he peeled off the wrapper and offered the piece of candy to President Ba. “Uncle doesn’t like candy, President Ba. Maybe you’ll like it better…”

“Meow!” It was President Ba’s first time eating milk candy. He did not know if it was nice. He first stuck out his tongue and licked it. After tasting a trace of sweetness, he stuck out his tongue and lapped it into his mouth. It was not long before President Ba was purring contentedly.

The man with a buzz cut observed the whole scene from start to finish. His thoughts mirrored the man with a mole. The brat was not a threat.

Hearing Xiao Jiu talking to President Ba caused a strange emotion to bubble up in Yang jin’s heart. He could not help but spare this strange duo of cat and child a second glance.

Why did he feel annoyed that the cat received the piece of milk candy instead of him? He did not eat sweets in the first place.

Xiao Jiu raised his head and looked at Fu Tingyu. “Uncle, do you know my mother? Do you know my grandfather and grandmother or my uncle?”

The man: “…”

The man with the mole shook his head at the child’s foolishness. He took this opportunity to interject, “He doesn’t even know you. How could he know your family? It’s pointless for you to ask.”

Xiao Jiu looked at the man with the mole in confusion. “Then, do you know my family, Uncle?”

The man with the mole laughed. “Of course, I don’t know them. If I knew them, I would send you home immediately.”

Xiao Jiu let out an ‘Oh’ in disappointment. He looked at the man beside him. “Do you have a phone? I’m bored. I want to play a game.”

“No,” The man replied coldly.

Xiao Jiu smirked. “You’re already so old, and you don’t even have a phone. How poor are you?”