Bo Lin smiled sinisterly and started the car and drove out quickly.

On the other side—

In the car, the man sat in the back seat with one leg on his legs, and his eyes were not facing out the window. In just four years, Las Vegas has become a new world.

"Young Master," the follower next to him called respectfully, and he handed over the tablet, "This is the email I just received, and I want you to see it myself."

Chu Shao reached out to take it, he pressed the play button, and a video popped up.

The video is on a large ship, which seems to be on the sea surface, penetrated layers of mist. A cross is erected in front of the ship, and a little boy is tied to the top.

Chu Shao's eyes sterned, and the camera moved upwards. The little boy lowered his head, his limbs were tied with wide open flowers, his clothes were dirty, and the dazzling light shone over. Chen Chen narrowed his eyes, then raised his head and shouted, "No--"

Chenchen's face was facing the camera. He was not scared to cry. His little eyebrows were frowning together, and he was born with arrogant arrogance, "You are all bad people! Let me go!"

The man looked at this little face, his pupils suddenly contracted, and infinite fear spread. His hands couldn't help but shake, and the tablet almost fell down.

"Young Master?" Seeing this, the entourage looked at the video and was shocked. My God, this little boy...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

This is the video, and then it was cut off, and a line of words appeared on the screen—

[Beilonggang, Pier 107, if you want your son's life, come with your life!]

The follower was also shocked when he looked at the lines of words. He looked at the master next to him and actually had a son?!

The man's hands tightly pinched the edge of the tablet, and the jump in his eyes could not be concealed. This child...

Bang!

Chu Shao closed his tablet, and he narrowed his eyes coldly, "Turn off the night party and go directly to Beilong Port!"

*

Late at night, strong winds raged.

Beilong Port.

Pier 107 has always been cold. A large ship was parked on the shore, and a row of people stood on the deck. Bolin sat in the center with a cigar in his arms, and a thick cross was next to it.

Suddenly, the car headlight suddenly lit up in front of me—

Bolin took the cigar at his mouth and said, "Stop it! Just let him come in alone!"

"yes!"

Seven or eight subordinates walked over together. In the car, the entourage looked outside and was a little nervous, "Young Master Chu, there are many of them, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay," Chu Shao picked up the black tweed coat on the back seat, pushed open the car door, "Driving the car to a safe place outside and waiting for me, and calling the doctor in advance."

The follower had to nod, "Yes, be careful."

The man got out of the car, put on his coat, wrapped his slender legs in his suit pants, Chu Shao raised his head, and the crowd had already surrounded him.

"Mr. Bo is waiting for you inside."

Chu Shao raised his sneer, he put his hands in his pockets and raised his legs to walk inside.

His hands looked at each other and had to follow him.

The man walked all the way to the dock, and the man holding the gun stopped him, "Just stand there!"

"You can still control my legs with my legs?" Chu Shao raised his eyebrows lightly, and he took a few steps forward, standing directly at the tip of the ship, his eyes directly at Bolin, "Release."

These two words were said as soon as he opened his mouth.

Bo Lin sneered when he heard this, and he stood up, "So, do you admit that this kid is your son?"
Chapter completed!