CHAPTER 233: CHAPTER 233: COME, LET’S SETTLE THE ACCOUNT PROPERLY

"Heh, are you stalling for time? Waiting for Lu Qing to come save you?"

"Ah, you figured it out. So, how long do you think my man will take to find us?"

Qin Miaomiao squinted and smiled like a cunning little fox. Ouyang Yan couldn’t bear it anymore, stepped forward, and chopped her neck with his hand.

Damn it, using dirty tricks now? You bastard, just you wait!

Before passing out, Qin Miaomiao thought this.

Little Sixth was punched and tied up before being thrown into the car. They left the scene in the quickest possible manner.

Five minutes later, Lu Qing, George, and his team arrived at the scene. Except for the mess, bloodstains, and bullet marks, the people had completely vanished!

Lu Qing’s expression was ice-cold, the chill around him making everyone tremble!

Little Seventh’s face turned pale as a sheet. Joanna had already been taken by George’s men. He reported to Lu Qing as quickly as possible, but it was still one step too late.

Lu Qing stared at the blood on the ground, a burning killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"George, I need to borrow your men."

George’s face was grave: "No problem. They dared to lay a finger on Joanna? This grudge—I must settle it too!"

"Little Second, pass the order down. Spare no cost—hunt down Ouyang Yan!"

Three days—three whole days. Lu Qing had almost turned all of Paris upside down but still couldn’t find them!

The killing intent on Lu Qing’s face grew heavier, ready to erupt any moment. Even George was finding it hard to bear.

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. A strange number.

"Tonight at ten, East Ocean Pier. Ten billion US dollars. Come alone."

"Where’s my woman?"

"Heh, she’s still alive. As long as you do what I say, I promise to let your woman go."

With that, the call ended abruptly. Lu Qing clenched the phone in his hand, his knuckles cracking, his face full of rage!

"Little Second, prepare ten billion US dollars!"

"Yes, Young Master Lu."

Lu Qing had never been so furious and manic before. Miao Miao’s delicate temperament, combined with Ouyang Yan’s savagery and twisted personality, meant Miao Miao was likely suffering greatly!

If he dared touch even a single hair on her... A deep killing intent surged through Lu Qing’s eyes.

Meanwhile...

"One against eight."

"Pass."

"Three sixes."

"Pass."

"No bombs? Well, too bad. Two twos! You lose—pay up, pay up!"

Qin Miaomiao looked ecstatic, her face alight. A pile of chips lay on the table. She swept them all up with both hands, claiming them all.

Ouyang Yan shook his phone and looked utterly bewildered: "You’re not even the slightest bit worried?"

He’d never seen a hostage and her kidnappers having this kind of fun. This woman’s mental fortitude was absolutely top-notch!

His subordinates were about to lose their pants after all these gambling rounds—from poker to dice to blackjack—they lost every game absolutely miserably!

Qin Miaomiao shuffled the cards with movements as fluid as water, lifting her eyelids slightly as she said indifferently:

"Worrying doesn’t help. Besides, haven’t you already named your price? Ten billion US dollars isn’t a small amount. How about this, why don’t we gamble for it? Ten billion as the wager. What do you say?"

Ouyang Yan slammed the table violently, his pent-up fury exploding in an instant:

"Qin Miaomiao, don’t push your luck! You’re the hostage—you should behave yourself! Or I might just put a bullet in your head!"

Qin Miaomiao remained calm, her expression unchanged, managing a smile:

"Looks like someone’s losing his nerve. Fine, no gambling then. But shouldn’t we settle the previous debts? Little Sixth, calculate for me—how much does Boss Ou owe me?"

Little Sixth stifled his laughter and cooperated:

"Thirty-seven million six hundred and eighty thousand. US dollars."