Du Ziteng hung up the phone.
Turning to look at the middle-aged man in the study, the man was jolted awake from his sleep by the sudden incident late at night. Although his complexion was not good, he was still neatly dressed, with his hair meticulously slicked with hair wax, exuding an aura of authority.
Du Ziteng leaned forward slightly in his stance, speaking respectfully: "Mr. Wang, I've already informed all relevant parties. Our people will do their utmost to search for and rescue Secretary Hou."
Mr. Wang sat in the chair, gently wiping his glasses with a cloth, his actions slow yet heavy, seemingly trying to organize his thoughts through this process.
After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Have we confirmed the identity of the kidnapper?"
Du Ziteng replied gravely, "According to the reporter, the assailant who attacked Secretary Hou was wearing a mask, so we couldn't see his face and have yet to confirm the identity."
Mr. Wang: "How many assailants were there?"
