480: Chapter 480 Kidnapped?

Ten million?

No...

What kind of wealthy family would donate ten million just because of a small child?

This was simply a pie falling from the sky; it felt too surreal...

"Old Cao! Old Cao, come out quickly!"

The woman suddenly snapped out of it and hurriedly shouted toward the back kitchen.

As soon as Old Cao heard her, he ran out immediately while tying his apron. "What's wrong? What happened? Did the customers run off?"

"No... look at this!"

The woman handed over the note and the bank card, her whole being in a daze. "The customers from that table just now left this. They said... they said it's a ten million donation for Little Raindrop."

The Middle-aged Man took the note and read it three times, then turned the bank card over and over to look at it, completely dumbfounded as well.

"Who... who is this? Do you know them?"

"I don't know them! It's the first time I've ever seen them!"

"Then why give so much money? They aren't scammers, are they?"

"There's a bank next door. Let's go see if it's real or fake first?"

...

After the couple discussed it, Old Cao ran out of the restaurant and into the ATM at the bank nearby.

In less than three minutes,

He came running back in excitedly.

"The bank card is real! There really is ten million inside!"

The woman was utterly shocked; she walked to the door with the child on her back.

On the busy street with heavy traffic, there was no longer any sign of that man and woman.

Meanwhile, Cao Yu on her back had fallen asleep again, her little head tilted against her shoulder, saliva smearing all over it.

She reached out to support the child's bottom and murmured to herself, "Little Raindrop, those two people... who exactly were they?"

The child, of course, did not answer, only smacking her lips and sleeping even more soundly.

...

Ye Chen and Bing Lan walked side by side on the street.

People were coming and going on the street, but Bing Lan kept her head down. Only after walking for a good while did she let out a soft sigh of relief.

Ye Chen tilted his head to look at her. "Do you feel a bit better?"

Bing Lan nodded.

"I'm fine now. As long as he can live well, I'm relieved."

Ye Chen smiled and asked, "Then shall we continue looking for your mother?"

Bing Lan looked up at him, a flicker of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

"Okay."

Ye Chen pulled out his phone and brought up the previously located address, taking a glance. "It's not far, about a ten-minute walk."

The two turned into a small alley, crossed two more streets, and arrived at an old residential area.

Most of the houses here were built in the seventies or eighties, with red brick walls and tiled roofs. The alleys were so narrow that only two people could walk side by side.

Ye Chen checked the house numbers as he walked further in.

Soon,

He stopped and looked up.

"This is it."

It was a two-story red brick building.

The courtyard gate was an iron fence, left half-open, and it was quiet inside.

But the atmosphere wasn't quite right.

Ye Chen's brow furrowed slightly as he looked inside through the fence.

Two people were sitting in the courtyard.

An old man in his sixties with gray hair sat on a bamboo chair with a hunched back, his head down, not saying a word.

Beside him was an old woman of the same age, sitting on a small stool, clutching a handkerchief in her hand. Her eyes were red, and she wiped the corners of her eyes from time to time.

Ye Chen and Bing Lan looked at each other, their hearts sinking.

Could it be that something had happened?

The two of them walked into the courtyard, drawing the attention of the two elderly people.

They looked up, their eyes full of inquiry.

After all...

This man and woman looked like strangers; why had they just barged into their home?

Ye Chen got straight to the point and asked, "Sir, Ma'am, did something happen?"

"Who are you?" The old man frowned and asked warily.

Ye Chen thought for a moment.

Barging into someone else's home and asking what happened was indeed a bit abrupt...

So,

He then took out a Dragon Group Chief Instructor ID bearing the national emblem.

Well...

Yan Qingwu had brought this to him a while ago.

She said it was very useful and that generally, no one would dare cause trouble.

So,

Ye Chen used it for the first time. "Hello, sir. We are from the authorities. Is there anything you need help with?"

Unexpectedly...

The effect was explosive!

As soon as the two elderly people saw the ID with the national emblem, the old woman started crying loudly, while the old man stood up excitedly. "You... you're really from the authorities?"

"Genuine and authentic." Ye Chen nodded. "Are you facing some kind of problem?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's tears fell instantly.

"Comrade! My granddaughter is missing!"

"Just this afternoon, in the time it took me to take a nap in the courtyard, the child disappeared!"

He wiped his tears as he spoke, his voice turning hoarse.

"We called our son and daughter-in-law, searched the entire neighborhood, and the neighbors helped look too, but we just can't find her!"

"We also called the police, but they said twenty-four hours have to pass before they can open a case!"

"But the child is only three years old. If something happens..."

The old woman was already crying too hard to speak.

Right now,

Their son and his group were still out searching.

While the two elderly people were waiting here.

Thinking, what if she came back on her own?

After Bing Lan finished listening, her face changed drastically, and her heart suddenly tightened.

Three years old.

A granddaughter.

She subconsciously looked at Ye Chen, her mind buzzing...

That child was, in all likelihood, her mother's current life!

Seeing her expression, Ye Chen nodded slightly, signaling her not to panic yet.

He stepped forward, his voice steady.

"Sir, don't worry. We will bring the child back!"

"Do you have a photo of your granddaughter? If you do, let me see it so I can confirm her appearance."

"Yes! Yes, I do!"

The old man scrambled to pull a photo from his pocket. "This was taken on her birthday last month. I carry this one with me..."

The photo showed a little girl with her hair in two small buns, wearing a little pink dress and holding a cloth doll, grinning at the camera.

On the right side of the girl's mouth, there was a tiny mole.

Bing Lan's pupils contracted suddenly. She leaned into Ye Chen's ear and whispered excitedly, "That mole by the mouth... my mom had one too, in the exact same spot."

She had one too!

Then the only possibility was...

It was her mother's previous life!

Ye Chen nodded and handed the photo back to the old man. "I understand."

He closed his eyes, and Earth Vein Tracking instantly unfolded.

In the next moment,

His perception was like an invisible giant net, centered on this small courtyard, spreading out frantically in all directions.

One kilometer.

Five kilometers.

Ten kilometers.

His perception passed through alleys, through traffic, through one building after another...

Suddenly!

He locked onto the target, but the target was moving at high speed.

Ye Chen snapped his eyes open, a hint of coldness flashing in them. "Lan Lan, I'll be right back. You wait here."

Before his voice had even faded, his figure had already swept out of the courtyard.

It wasn't running; it was gliding.

His whole body was like an arrow released from a bow. With a light tap of his toes on the alley wall, his figure leaped onto the roof, and with another flash, he had disappeared among the layers of tiled eaves.

That speed!

Those movements!

It was even more astonishing than a police action movie...

So much so that,

The old man and the old woman stood dazed on the spot, their mouths hanging open, unable to close them for a long time.

After a good while,

The old woman finally spoke stutteringly, "He... how did he fly over the walls?"

The old man was also bewildered.

They had lived for most of their lives; when had they ever seen such a scene?

Bing Lan stepped forward and said to the two elders,

"Sir, Ma'am, don't be afraid."

"He is from the Special Operations Group, specifically for handling things like this."

"So, you must believe in him. He will definitely be able to bring the child back."

The old man and woman heard this and looked at each other.

But they both saw a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.

Someone from the Special Operations Group sounded very prestigious.

They should be able to find their granddaughter, right?

...

On the highway.

An ambulance with Guang City license plates was weaving through traffic at a speed of one hundred and forty kilometers per hour.

The vehicle was fully enclosed with no windows. From the outside, it looked no different from a regular emergency vehicle.

Inside the car, the lights were dim.

A little girl about three years old lay on a makeshift operating table, her hands secured to her sides with cloth strips. There were still tear stains on her little face, but she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Beside the operating table sat three men.

The leader was a bald man in his forties, sitting with his legs crossed and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His name was Hemp Six. He had been in this business for over a decade, moving "goods" from south to north. He had handled no fewer than eighty to a hundred items.

To his left sat a Tall and Thin Guy in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined, but he was clutching an unopened syringe in his hand.

This person was Old Mu, responsible for "inspecting the goods."

To the right was a short, stocky man, leaning against the vehicle wall and dozing off, a crowbar cradled in his arms.

Just then,

Hemp Six's phone chimed with a text message notification.

He checked it, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and grinned. "The client above has confirmed they want this shipment. Get ready to arrange it."

He tilted his head and looked at Old Mu.

"Go draw a vial of blood and get it ready to be sent out for testing."

"They are a big client; they want clean goods."

Old Mu nodded and took out a vacuum blood collection tube and a butterfly needle from a cold storage box.

"Don't worry, Brother Six!"

Having said that,

He expressionlessly tore open the syringe packaging, tied a rubber tube around the little girl's thin arm, and quickly searched for a vein.

Just as he picked up the butterfly needle and aimed for the vein...

Suddenly!

The car suddenly shook violently!

Old Mu's hand slipped, and the needle tip jabbed into his own thumb web!