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Chapter 1453: Chapter 1298: Stop Pretending to Be Dead, Get Up and Answer the Phone (Please Subscribe!)
At this moment.
Africa.
South Africa.
Within the tribe.
Wei Song lay half-dead with his hands tied behind his back, fastened to a post in a thatched hut. His legs were wrapped in bleeding gauze, and his body bore multiple wounds. He hung his head, his feet barely touching the ground, all in a state of utter listlessness.
His chest rose and fell weakly.
Indicating he was still alive.
Anyone.
Already shot.
And then brutally beaten.
To not be dead.
Was a testament to his tenacious vitality. He knew that the reason he had not died yet was that the other party wanted to sacrifice him—it was just a matter of the next couple of days. The reason being, he had killed an important figure of the tribe.
However.
He felt no regret.
His vendetta.
Was avenged.
He had no further regrets.
In his delirium, he seemed to see the figure he was so concerned about. Unfortunately, the promise he made to marry her this year would have to be fulfilled below, "Little Newt, I’ll be coming for you soon."
"Clang."
A sound of a door opening.
Jolted Wei Song.
The illusion of his delirium shattered.
"So soon?"
He did not open his eyes.
Expecting another beating, but after waiting for a while, he only heard footsteps approaching, and then the ropes on his body were untied. His legs gave way, and two people on either side supported him.
Wei Song still kept his eyes closed.
Following that.
His legs were lifted by the other party and he was carried out of the hut, walking for nearly a hundred meters before he was thrown into the back of a pickup truck. Recognizing the sound of a diesel engine, there was no need to guess.
The temperature around him.
Along with the chirping of night insects.
One could conclude it was nighttime.
"Where are you taking me this late at night?" Wei Song was puzzled.
"Vroom vroom..."
A press of the accelerator.
The vehicle shot off.
Six minutes later.
The pickup truck left the tribe unobstructed, and the outer alert system of the tribe lay with over a hundred people incapacitated. To avoid escalating the situation, these people were not dead, just anesthetized.
Three hours later.
They would awake.
But by that time.
The truck would have long entered Cape Town.
With the almost non-existent surveillance system here, finding them was almost out of the question. Thus, with the efforts of a group of deranged fighters, the entire operation concluded in just forty-five minutes.
...
Beijing.
Agritainment.
Dinner was not yet finished.
Pei Yang checked the time.
One minute had passed since Tang Qing said it would take an hour. Even though it was just one minute, he felt a bit uneasy and wanted to pull Tang Qing aside to ask about the progress.
Suddenly.
Tang Qing’s mobile phone rang.
Then.
After humming twice.
Tang Qing passed the phone to Pei Yang, "Lord Pei, someone’s looking for you, find a quiet place to talk."
Taking over the phone.
Pei Yang quickly stood up.
He left the private room and went to the edge of the courtyard, hesitating, "You... Hello, who is this?" The next moment, an ice-cold reply came from the other side: "Is this Mr. Pei Yang?"
"Yes... It’s me." Pei Yang tensed up.
"Per Mr. Tang’s request, we’ve rescued the person named Wei Song for you. Now, he’s in the car, and I need to know what to do next, whether to send him to Cape Town or arrange his return to Huaxia."
Hearing this.
Pei Yang almost jumped for joy.
One hour.
And it was really done?
"Um, can I speak with him now? I’m not sure of his plans," Pei Yang said hastily.
"Mm, yes, you can. Wait for half a minute; I’ll connect you."
"Thank you. Thank you."
...
In the car.
Wei Song, pretending to be unconscious, was kicked by someone.
Then.
The words that came to his ears almost made him cry out.
"Stop playing dead, get up and answer the phone."
Holy shit.
That was Chinese.
Wei Song suddenly opened his eyes and realized he was on the main road, flanked by two ordinary-looking but very burly black men. Who had spoken the Chinese just now?
As he was puzzling over it.
Someone passed a mobile phone to his ear.
Wei Song was confused.
But the next moment.
His eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.
"Hello, hello..."
That... that was the voice of Pei Yang.
Wei Song was excited.
He hurriedly said: "Brother Pei, is that you?"
Despite sounding somewhat weak, Pei Yang immediately confirmed that it was Wei Song, and a weight was lifted from his heart—he knew these people really had rescued Wei Song.
"It’s me, it’s me, are you all right now?"
Pei Yang asked with concern.
"I’m fine, but what’s going on here?" Wei Song glanced at the large black men on either side of him, completely baffled.
"After learning about your trouble, I’ve been looking for a way to help. This time, I found a very capable person. Who it is, you don’t need to worry about that and no need to ask too many questions. I just want them to get you back here."
"Sorry to cause you trouble, Brother Pei."
"What are you talking about? Next time, don’t be so impulsive to run off that far. What exactly did you do to provoke the tribe to capture you? You’d better leave South Africa as soon as possible, otherwise, they’ll definitely not let you go."
"Ah? It wasn’t through negotiations that I got out?"
"Negotiating? How did you get out?"
"..."
After hearing the explanation.
At this moment.
Pei Yang was truly confused.
In just a few hours, to locate and rescue someone, the timeline was too chaotic, and since Wei Song said there hadn’t been a single gunshot, it wasn’t a forceful rescue.
"..."
This is brain-burning.
Too bizarre.
How on earth did they manage it?
"I’m not clear on that either, but you tell me first, how did you manage to offend that tribe? Now stop trying to hide it from me." Unable to figure it out, Pei Yang decided to learn more about the situation first.
Upon hearing that.
Wei Song hesitated for a moment.
Then he began to explain.
After listening.
Pei Yang fell silent.
The family of his childhood sweetheart, including her father, had been killed by an important person of the tribe. He had gone to Africa to uncover the truth and had taken his revenge, except, unfortunately, he was caught by the bad guys.
No, that’s not right.
He was rescued in the end.
If that’s the case.
There’s no chance for negotiation or mediation. Wei Song had killed more than twenty of their people. Negotiations were out of the question. "Now that you’ve had your revenge, just come back to the country. Don’t stay there any longer."
"Brother Pei, if it wasn’t through negotiations, I’m afraid some people I know will be retaliated against." Wei Song also picked up on something—Pei Yang didn’t know how he got out, which made him somewhat resentful of himself.
Just now.
Why the hell was he pretending to be dead?
He hadn’t seen anything.
"..."
Pei Yang paused for a moment.
Suddenly said: "The gentleman from before, are you still there?"
Wei Song was puzzled.
Then a third person’s voice came through the phone.
"I’m here."
"I want to ask, did you resolve this through negotiations?"
Pei Yang quickly asked.
"Of course not, we infiltrated and carried out a rescue. To avoid escalating the conflict, we used anesthetic bullets. No one died, but they will soon realize and send people to pursue and investigate."
"So, I recommend that Mr. Wei Song leaves South Africa as soon as possible. We can arrange transportation for him, and also, he should not mention this incident to anyone else."
Pei Yang suddenly understood.
At the same time.
He was also shocked by the capabilities of these people.
Anesthetic bullets.
Daring to storm a tribe of tens of thousands to rescue someone.
Apart from being incredibly skilled.
He didn’t even know how else to describe it.
