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They couldn't allow themselves to be caught here. The one who had just spoken said to the driver, "Switch routes; let's take some back roads."
There were fewer surveillance cameras on the back roads, which reduced their chances of being exposed.
"The back roads are hard to navigate," the driver replied.
"Hard to navigate or not, we have to take them!"
They had already driven out of Hai City’s downtown area. Beyond that lay the urban villages, followed by the suburbs. Not far from the suburbs were residential houses; in case of an emergency, they could hide in one of those houses, perhaps finding a glimmer of hope.
"I... I will switch routes," the driver said.
As he spoke, the one giving orders began to search for nearby terrain, looking for other places besides residential houses that could serve as escape routes.
The one giving orders was the leader of these individuals; he sat next to Mong Si. Mong Si glanced at the leader's phone screen and understood what was happening.
"How much did he give you? I can pay you double. If you let me go, maybe I can escape faster."
"Shut up! In our line of work, we have our own rules. Once we take the money, we must do the job for our employer. Even if our plan fails, we can't betray them!"
He knew he had messed up!
The leader looked at Mong Si and said, "Why does someone in this world look so much like you?"
"You didn't investigate this matter thoroughly; how did you know I was staying in the hospital?"
And how did they know his room number so clearly? This was something Mong Si couldn't understand.
"I'm asking you a question; you need to answer me first!"
"So you mean if I answer your question, you'll answer mine?" Mong Si deliberately misinterpreted what was said.
"Just answer me first!"
The sound of police sirens echoed continuously; the leader didn't know if they had already been discovered. Mong Si remained calm despite his irritation.
Mong Si wasn't easily intimidated; he closed his eyes and refused to look at the fierce-looking leader in front of him.
The leader glared angrily and was about to slap Mong Si when one of his men stopped him, saying, "Boss, we can't hit him; if he has bruises on his face, it will attract attention."
"He's relying on that to act so arrogantly in front of me!"
After saying that, the leader punched Mong Si in the stomach. Mong Si winced in pain, stifling a groan while gritting his teeth, his face turning bright red.
"Now that's a man!"
The leader tightened his fist again and punched Mong Si once more. "Are you going to talk or not?"
Mong Si had endured far worse beatings than this; he would never easily submit to such treatment. He coldly stared at the leader.
It seemed to say, "If you have the guts, keep going."
The leader, infuriated and embarrassed, clenched his fists, the joints cracking ominously in the van.
Both sides were at a standstill, and Mong Si showed no intention of speaking. Seeing this, the leader found himself temporarily at a loss. "Fine, you can answer now."
"You answer me first."
The leader: !!!
"Do you want to get beaten?"
"Whatever."
Seeing Mong Si's indifferent demeanor, as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, the leader's eyes filled with rage. He raised his gun and aimed it at Mong Si's head. "If I answer your question and you still don’t respond to mine, I will blow your head off immediately!"
"I keep my word."
He was worried that the other party wouldn’t.
Mong Si remained expressionless.
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"We know you're in the hospital because someone planted a tracker on you that can pinpoint your exact hospital room number."
"Impossible!"
There were not many people who could get close to him, and even fewer who could plant a tracker on him. Moreover, after saving Tong Tong, he had changed his clothes; that tracker couldn't possibly still be there.
Mong Si's tone was firm.
"You think it's impossible, but it actually exists. You should be grateful you didn't drive him off the island; otherwise, he would have sent your location directly to Interpol. The criminal police are not as gentle as we are; they would raid your hideout without hesitation!"
Mong Si furrowed his brows in contemplation.
Judging by the other party's expression, it didn’t seem like they were lying. If they hadn’t found him through this method, how could they not have noticed that Zhu Junjie looked exactly like him?
So he had been overly confident just now.
But how did they manage to plant a tracking device on him...?
Mong Si was baffled.
Suddenly, he noticed the wound on his wrist.
A news article he had seen online flashed through his mind, mentioning that some organizations would implant monitors under people's skin. Could it be that there was a monitor beneath his skin?!
He is highly alert. If someone were to install a surveillance device on him under normal circumstances, he would definitely notice. The only explanation is that it happened while he was injured. He has sustained injuries multiple times, and there have been occasions when he was in a coma for an extended period after being hurt. If someone had planted a tracking device in his wound while treating his injuries, it would have worked. At that time, he was suffering from a high fever due to his injuries and was in a daze; even if the device caused inflammation or infection in his wound, he wouldn't have felt it.
Since he took over the island, he hasn't suffered such severe injuries. According to his calculations, the locator on him has been there for at least over ten years. When exactly was it placed on him? And who did it? The figure of the Island Master's Daughter flashed before Mong Si's eyes. He remembered! She must have had someone put it there! He recalled that during the time when the island owner was in power and he became the island owner's prisoner, no matter where he was, the Island Master's Daughter could quickly find him.
Sometimes she would whimsically want to play hide and seek with him, claiming that if she won, there would be rewards, and if she lost, there would be punishments. He never won any games; her punishments were varied and creative, with making him kneel and bark like a dog being the mildest form of punishment. If she was in a bad mood, she would whip him mercilessly, commanding him not to flinch as she aimed to leave marks on his body like flowers or skulls.
He is flesh and blood, and each time he would end up bloodied and fainting from the pain. If her anger subsided afterward, it was fine; but if she was still furious, she would have someone splash seawater on him to wake him up. The seawater contains salt, and having it poured over him... just thinking about it brings a deep-seated hatred rising within Mong Si's heart, a desire to tear the Island Master's Daughter apart.
She had tortured him to that extent yet claimed she liked him! Ha! If torturing him was her way of showing love, then sorry, he couldn't bear it! Originally, after taking control of the island, he could have killed her; but because of the hatred in his heart, he chose to stay and torment her slowly instead. Over the past decade, she had gone from being a pampered young lady to someone whom everyone could bully on the island, living a life akin to that of a mad beggar—sometimes starving and sometimes feasting—which gradually diminished even the slightest bit of hatred in his heart.
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