Seeing Qiao Chuchu was fine, Fu Ziqian breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Don't be fooled by his composed demeanor throughout the process, directing the operation without any panic—actually, he was truly scared, experiencing fear and fright like never before…
He was genuinely worried that what he'd see would be Qiao Chuchu's corpse…
"Where's the other one?" Fu Ziqian asked Wang Ziqing.
"Escaped," said Qiao Chuchu, relaxing upon seeing Fu Ziqian unharmed too.
Fu Ziqian approached Qiao Chuchu, while the other SWAT team members aimed their guns at Wang Ziqing.
Wang Ziqing appeared calm and collected. Anyway, he had never planned on leaving this mountain alive from the start.
"Who are you guys?" Fu Ziqian asked coldly.
Suddenly, Wang Ziqing laughed—a bitter, mocking laugh... They hated Fu Ziqian to the core, yet Fu Ziqian didn't even know who they were.
"Chief Fu is forgetful, I see," Wang Ziqing sneered.
