Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2093: Chapter 1915: My Own Son… So Cheap

Luo Xi’s Manor.

At this moment.

The servants are all on edge because the living room is constantly filled with roars. If someone is blamed, they’ll definitely get into trouble. Deduct wages? Tch, an enraged person wouldn’t be so rational.

Getting hit.

Getting smashed.

A bloodied head would be mild.

Living room.

“Trash.”

“Search.”

“Mobilize your men, ten thousand dollars for a useful clue, one million dollars for the first to find.” This amount is just a drop in the ocean to the Luo family, but to others, it’s coveted.

“…”

Luo Xi keeps making phone calls, all roads in and out of the city are set up for examination, of course, this isn’t entirely Luo Xi’s power. With someone missing, the Malaysian police department is also highly involved.

However.

Over an hour, not a bit of useful information.

The more he thinks, the angrier he gets.

“Gulp!”

Downing a cup of tea.

Thinking.

Who else can help? Intelligence Organization? Don’t joke around, in these sudden incidents, even underground organizations specializing in intelligence transactions can’t collect intel quickly.

Frustrated.

Heartbroken.

This feeling of being out of control is unbearable.

Suddenly.

The phone rings.

Take a look.

It’s an unfamiliar number, at this crucial moment, Luo Xi doesn’t care who calls, he picks up immediately.

“Hello?”

“Are you that… someone’s family?”

“???”

Luo Xi is stunned, what does this mean, who’s family, suddenly, he realizes this call isn’t ordinary, “Who are you, do you know where my son is? What are you doing.”

Upon hearing.

Laughter comes from the other side.

“Hehe, seems I called the right number.”

Then.

“I’m pleased to inform you now, your son is fine, but, he said you’re quite wealthy, so we want money, as long as we get the money, your son will be safe and sound.”

“I will pay.”

Luo Xi quickly responds.

“How much?”

“How much?”

There is a moment’s hesitation on the other side, as if considering.

“Three… five… one million Ringgit, yes, just one million.”

With these words.

Living room.

Luo Xi is stunned. Ringgit, Malaysian Currency, at the current Exchange Rate, one million Ringgit is nearly two million RMB, when converted to dollars, just around three hundred thousand.

“…”

This also…

Just now.

I was offering a million dollars reward to find Vika, now, the kidnappers want just three hundred thousand, though less is better, Luo Xi feels oddly, his own son… so cheap.

Could it be.

They don’t know who I am?

“Are you sure?”

Taking a deep breath, Luo Xi asks, in order not to provoke the robbers, he still doesn’t reveal his family name or flaunt it, otherwise, if the robbers know it’s the Suto Clan, they might feel doomed.

Cornered animal syndrome.

Tear up the ransom.

In that case.

It would really be showing off my son’s death.

“Is it too little?”

“It’s a bit much.”

Luo Xi quickly responds.

“I don’t care, just one million, not a penny less, you have two hours to prepare, in two hours, I’ll call again, don’t try anything funny, or your son’s life…”

“Alright, I agree.” Luo Xi pretends to be reluctant.

Then asks:

“How do I know my son is with you?” This must be asked clearly, or if deceived, it’d be a great embarrassment, going home, definitely chased by the old man with a cane.

That scene.

Very sour.

“Your son gave me your number.”

After speaking.

“Beep beep!”

The phone hangs up.

“Clap!”

Slapping his forehead.

Luo Xi regrets, he should have had someone listen and track the other side. Moreover, the reason given is not sufficient, although it’s his private number, it isn’t exactly unknown.

Forget it.

First believe.

One million.

Two hours.

“…”

Luo Xi feels a sense of… contempt. Two hours, I could get a hundred million for you, damn, you only want one million, I.. Luo Xi feels, am I cheap.

Hmm.

Perhaps.

This is a problem.

Needs treatment.

Minutes later.

Luo Xi takes one million cash from his family safe, throws it on the Sofa. This difficulty, not much harder than drinking water. Then, he calls for a group of Surveillance experts, two hands ready.

Trace the number.

Unfortunately.

It’s a roadside payphone, the person must have left already. Moreover, Malaysian Capital’s Surveillance isn’t thorough, of those, less than five percent of payphones can be filmed, extremely hard to find.

Meanwhile.

Teams are dispatched.

Next time, locate.

Quickly move in, implement capture. As for the police, Luo Xi hasn’t notified them, these kidnappers, too infuriating, if caught, they must seriously be taught, what is called Awe.

Wait.

Two hours.

So hard to endure.

…

The cellar.

“Huff! Huff!”

Lying on the ground, Vika gasps heavily, only his hands are tied, his feet can move freely, relying on learned Skills, soon, he pulls out the pillow cover, not a complicated process.

Step one, take off shoes.

Step two, take off socks.

Step three, head approaches, use toes to pinch the pillow cover.

With a tug.

It’s pulled out.

“Inhale! Exhale!”

The feeling of breathing freely, feels so good, Vika never thought breathing with his mouth would be such a blessing, seeing the sparse sunlight at the sealed opening, Vika dares not shout.

Scared!

If the kidnapper is above, a beating is unavoidable, Perhaps… looking at the socks on the ground, Vika shivers all over, if stuffed into his mouth, he’d feel disgusted forever.

Forget it.

Don’t take risks, this hard-earned happiness, can’t be lost.

Just then.

“Squeak squeak!”

The sound nearby startles Vika.

“Mouse.”

Vika quickly shuts his mouth, not daring to make a sound, the psychological shadow triggered by the socks is still there, watching a big rat followed by a group of little rats swagger by.

Calm.

Calm.

Just a mouse.

Oh!

Just a mouse.

Vika constantly comforts himself.

Mice don’t bite, just, how did they dig this deep pit? Isn’t the food on the ground fragrant? Forget it, mice can dig, what’s so odd.

I endure.

I hide.

I pretend not to see, but, Rat brother, no, Rat family, could you not circle around the cellar, I’m afraid you’ll get lost, if you crawl into my pants.

“Oh my God!”

Can’t think about it.

Following.

Ten minutes.

…

Twenty minutes.

…

Half an hour.

Vika stands in the middle of the cellar, not daring to relax a bit, nor are they sitting down, forcing himself to recall memories of playing with pals, avoiding the worst speculation about reality.

Thinking.

If no one comes to save him.

Then.

These mice.. and him.. it’s the relationship of eating and being eaten, too profound, terrifying. Vika feels himself verging on neurosis, “Haha, I’m ok, I won’t eat mice.”

At this moment.

Right now.

Vika misses the old days immensely. Even without women, without Sports cars, without Villa, without Private Jet, living an ordinary life… with only money.

He’s already satisfied.