"B*stard." Arthur was so angry that he almost jumped up.
This little b*stard actually threatened him with his death. He was like this at such a young age, so that's all!
"Daddy, you have to choose, either lose me or save Christopher." Hendrick's will is very firm. His voice is very strong.
Sylvia stood next to the child, and her heart almost stopped beating, especially when the sharp knife was pointed at the delicate skin of the child's neck, as if it would pierce into it at any time.
Her hands were shaking and she was dizzy.
"Hendrick, listen and put down the knife."
"No, I can't leave Christopher alone." Hendrick replied stubbornly and resoundingly, looking completely fearless and heroic in his sacrifice.
Arthur was so angry that his teeth and eyes were split.
If he was asked to save the child Sylvia had with the wild man, he really couldn't do it!
"Cousin, you are capable and powerful, go and save Christopher, it will be a blessing for Hendrick." Zander advised earnestly from the side.
"B*stard." Arthur became even more angry when he heard Zander's voice. He suddenly grabbed the clothes on his chest, lifted him up and pushed him down on the sofa, and shouted angrily, "Is the child born to this b*tch yours?"
Zander almost spit out blood when he heard this. Where did this guy go? He didn't even know what he had sown!
"Ah." Suddenly, Hendrick cried loudly from the side.
Arthur's body trembled and he turned around in panic.
He saw Sylvia holding the fruit knife tightly in both hands and holding it high above her head, while Hendrick simply lay on the floor and rolled around, crying and shouting, "Daddy, if you don't save Christopher, I won't recognize you as my father anymore."
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that all of Sylvia's attention was on the fruit knife around the child's neck. When Arthur grabbed Zander and roared, Hendrick was still a little afraid of his father and lost his concentration. Sylvia took this opportunity to snatch the fruit knife.
After Hendrick realized what he was doing, he started to cry.
Zander also ran up.
On a majestic amphibious desert off-road vehicle, Lennard drove in front. Zander sat in the passenger seat while Arthur, Hendrick, and Sylvia sat in the back seat.
From the moment he got in the car, Arthur had a gloomy face. He almost didn't even look at Sylvia. His dignified, cold and arrogant aura made the air pressure in the entire car extremely low.
Sylvia tried her best to shrink herself to the side and reduce her sense of presence, but she could still feel the man's terrifying death breath from time to time.
She lowered her head and burst into tears. Her mind was filled with all the unbearable consequences of Christopher being kidnapped by the robbers. I wonder if he was injured? Is he cold or not? Is he hungry? What kind of torture and abuse did you suffer?
In the dark night, it started to rain lightly, bringing with it the chill of early autumn.
It made her heart clenched tightly.
Soon after, the car stopped in a remote suburb.
This address was detected by Arthur using high-tech methods based on the information on Arthur's mobile phone. The kidnappers were probably in this area.

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