Chapter Eighty-Two: The Depraved Demon Dragon

Old Jin’s full name was Jin Jianguo. His wife was Chen Feng, and their son was Jin Jiaxiang.

When Chen Feng heard Chu Feng mention Old Jin, a flash of joy appeared in her eyes but quickly faded.

“Sister-in-law, since you disappeared, Brother Jin has lost several pounds. He can’t sleep or eat day or night.”

Chu Feng didn’t reveal Old Jin’s betrayal; saying it now would be pointless and only hurt Chen Feng. If she heard about Old Jin’s betrayal, who knew if she might collapse and become comatose.

“I have no face left to see him. Please kill me, kill my child too. We don’t want to harm anyone anymore.”

Suddenly, Chen Feng began to cry, and after a while, she begged Chu Feng to kill both her and her child.

“Sister-in-law, don’t be upset. Tell me everything, slowly. No matter what happens, I’ll help you.”

Chu Feng gently placed a hand on Chen Feng’s shoulder to steady her. Only when she calmed down could she explain what happened after she was kidnapped.

“Those people are beasts—all of them. They injected both me and my child with drugs. They humiliated me. I beg you, please kill us both. We don’t want to stay in this world and cause harm!”

After saying this, Chen Feng kept shaking Chu Feng, pleading with him to end their lives.

Hearing her words, Chu Feng clenched his fists so tightly his eyes nearly blazed with fury. He hadn’t imagined the Demon Dragon could be so depraved, injecting such a young child with drugs.

“Chu Feng, the child seems to be suffering from withdrawal. He’s rolling on the floor uncontrollably.”

Someone rushed in, relaying Jin Jiaxiang’s condition to Chu Feng. Upon hearing this, Chen Feng hurried out.

Chu Feng and Jin Jianguo followed. As Chu Feng stepped outside, he saw the boy lying on the floor, writhing in agony, while Chen Feng held him tightly.

“Bring the child into the room. Let me try—maybe I can control his withdrawal symptoms.” Chu Feng wasn’t sure if he could use the lifespan stored in his wristwatch to help Jin Jiaxiang.

He picked up Jin Jiaxiang and carried him into the room. Meanwhile, two female officers held Chen Feng back, preventing her from entering.

The child was placed on the sofa, and Chu Feng began massaging him. The massage was merely a pretense; while his hands worked, he quietly infused the boy’s body with the wristwatch’s stored lifespan.

Soon, Jin Jiaxiang gradually woke up, the symptoms of addiction fading from his face. Chu Feng’s method seemed effective.

“Jiaxiang, how are you feeling? Is anything hurting?” Chu Feng worried that the Demon Dragon might have done something else to the child, so he asked carefully.

“No, uncle. Is my illness cured now? Whenever my sickness came, they would give me an injection. Afterward, I felt very comfortable, as if I were flying.”

Jin Jiaxiang had no idea those injections were drugs; he thought they were medicine for his illness.

“That’s right, your illness is nearly gone. You won’t need any more injections. Come on, let’s find your mother.”

Chu Feng opened the door with Jin Jiaxiang. Chen Feng rushed in as soon as she saw the door open, hugging her son tightly.

“Mom, I’m not hurting anymore. The uncle just said my illness is cured. I won’t need any more injections.”

Though still young, Jin Jiaxiang was thoughtful. Seeing his mother cry, he quickly wiped her tears with his little hands.

“Mom, I’m hungry. I want a burger. And I want chicken drumsticks.”

Suddenly feeling ravenous, Jin Jiaxiang asked his mother to buy him a burger.

“Little one, let me take you for a burger. Your mother and this uncle have something to discuss.”

The two female officers led Jin Jiaxiang out for his meal.

“Sister-in-law, come in. I’ll give you a massage and help you get rid of the withdrawal. We’ll talk about everything else afterward.”

While massaging Chen Feng, Chu Feng once again infused her body with stored lifespan, helping her overcome the drugs lurking within.

“Sister-in-law, when you were kidnapped, why didn’t you report it to the police? I think if you had, chances of rescue would have been high.”

From what Chu Feng had learned at the hotel, the mother and child had been kept there ever since their kidnapping. That meant they were abducted within the country.

“I wanted to call the police, but on the first day, they injected me and my child with drugs. They threatened us: if we reported anything, we’d be executed, because there were several kilograms of drugs in the room, all bearing our fingerprints.”

After being kidnapped, Chen Feng and her child were locked up in the Jiahua Hotel. At first, Chen Feng wanted to report it, but the Demon Dragon threatened her—if she did, he would hand the drugs over to the authorities. In China, being caught with several kilograms of drugs meant certain death.

“Was the kidnapper the one in the room?” Chu Feng pressed, wanting to know who brought the mother and child to the Jiahua Hotel.

Though the check-in was handled by Jess and the mother and child, someone had to have delivered them to the hotel and handed them over to Jess.

“He wore sunglasses—I couldn’t see his face clearly. But he had a scar across his face.” Chen Feng recalled the kidnapping as best she could.

After arriving back in the country, she left the airport and hailed a cab home. She landed at the Capital International Airport.

She knew her husband was busy and didn’t have time to pick her up, so she hadn’t called him. Once in the taxi, she fell asleep. When she awoke, she realized the cab was speeding down the highway, and there was an extra passenger in the front seat—one holding a gun.

That was how she and her child were brought to the Jiahua Hotel in Shanghai, kept there for seven or eight days. During that time, Jess humiliated her.

“Chu Feng, come outside. I need to talk to you.”

Someone entered abruptly, calling Chu Feng out.

“There are people here from the provincial bureau. They want to take the person you arrested, and the mother and child as well. They have transfer orders signed by the Public Security Director. What should we do?”

Hearing this, Chu Feng’s anger flared even hotter. Last time, the provincial bureau nearly killed him; now they wanted to take away those he’d caught.

“I’ll go talk to them. If they don’t know how to behave, I won’t mind teaching them a lesson.”