Chapter 83 Playing PUBG.
Realizing that she almost spilled the beans, Patricia forcefully swallowed the unfinished words.
Martin stared intensely at her, saying, "Actually what?"
Patricia clenched her teeth and bit her lip seeing no other way out, she pleaded in a low voice.
"As long as you promise to help me find Charles, I'll do anything for you! I'll do whatever you ask."
Her implication didn't soften Martin's heart. On the contrary, his face grew darker, his eyes burning with anger.
He gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him, and through gritted teeth, said.
"Patricia, what do you think I am? A despicable person taking advantage of any opportunity?"
Patricia hurriedly explained, "No, that's not what I meant."
Martin's face was full of mockery, "Then what did you mean? Do you think I, Martin, would still touch a woman who has another man's child?"
Patricia felt embarrassed, her face turning red, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Charles is not an illegitimate child, he is the flesh that fell from my body. He is my life, and if anything happens to him, I won't be able to go on." She said in a tone that conveyed her desperation.
Martin trembled all over, the pain in his eyes hard to conceal.
"He is your life, but what about Randy? In your heart, is he less important than Randy?" He questioned angrily.
Patricia lowered her gaze, tears falling from her eyes and landing on the back of Martin's hand, scalding him almost enough to retract his hand.
"Randy has both you and me, but Charles only has me!" Patricia said.
Her words were lifeless, like a soulless shell, hollow and devoid of any vitality.
Martin suddenly froze, looking at Patricia's desperate face. It felt as if a fine thread had wrapped around his heart, continuously tightening, intensifying the pain in his heart.
Unable to resist any longer, the large hand that held Patricia's jaw, opened autonomously.
Patricia's body went limp as she sat down on the ground, filled with despair from head to toe.
Martin clenched his fists tightly, trying to restrain the pain in his heart. He couldn't bear to see her lively and articulate self-turn into what she was now. Finally, he softened and said.
"I promise to help you continue looking for him."
Patricia looked up at him in disbelief, thinking she had heard wrong.
Martin turned away, refusing to look at her, his tone stiff.
"I can promise to help you continue the search, but I can't guarantee that we will definitely find him."
Patricia knew that this was already Martin's biggest concession. Although he said that, as long as Martin took action, they would surely find Charles.
"Thank you! Thank you..." Patricia expressed her gratitude to Martin, her choked voice unable to form a complete sentence.
Under Martin's instructions, Alan and the police department resumed their search for Charles.
Patricia's thoughts were entirely focused on Charles, without noticing Randy's peculiar behavior-
At the same time.
In a shabby earthen house, Charles sat upright on the bed, while two kidnappers ate chicken legs and played mobile games.
"Go, go, go... in front... why aren't you going... huh..." the one kidnapper shouted at the other.
"Where are you? I can't see you... ah, damn it, where did this person come from? Another bounty sent away..."
Charles calmly watched the two idiots in front of him, then smiled sweetly.
"Uncle, are you guys playing PUBG?" Charles asked in his most charming voice.
Roger, one of the kidnappers, instinctively answered, "Kid, do you know PUBG?"
Seeing that he took the bait, Charles smiled even sweeter.
"Of course, I know it! I have the highest rank!"
His words successfully attracted Roger, who asked, "You have the highest rank?"
Charles nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, if you don't believe me, I can show you!"
Roger was about to hand him the phone, but Grant, the other kidnapper, stopped him.
"Don't get close to him. Have you forgotten the instructions? Don't talk to him, don't get close to him, and don't listen or pay attention to anything he says or does. This kid is quite clever, we have to be more careful."
Charles blinked innocently with his eyes and looked at them, "I'm just a four-and-a-half-year-old child!"
Roger: "......??"
Grant: "......??"
Charles pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "What can a four-and-a-half-year-old child do? Even if I run, I can't outrun you!"
Roger thought what he said made sense, so he let his guard down.
"He's right, no matter how clever he is, he's only a four-and-a-half-year-old child. His intellectual development is limited. The two of us grown men are afraid of a child, it would be embarrassing if word got out."
Grant didn't care, "Embarrassment is better than failing the mission."
Roger gave him a disdainful glare, "Having no courage is worse than embarrassment."
"You little devil!" Grant couldn't be bothered to talk to him and continued playing on his phone.
Seeing that he was about to lose the game, Roger quickly handed his phone to Charles and said, "You said you were good at this, hurry up and help me win this round."
Charles readily agreed and took the phone to start fighting back.
Roger watched with a dumbfounded expression on his face as Charles took charge of the game. Eventually turning into a look of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Charles's expressions became more and more animated as the game progressed. Against all odds, he managed to turn the game around from a sure defeat to a victory.
"Wow, kid, you're amazing! I thought you were just bragging, but you actually won! Come on, let's play a few more rounds and help me level up." Rodger encouraged.
"Ok!" Charles readily agreed and started another round.
Grant followed him all the way, leveling up three times in one go.
With the game won and their spirits lifted, by evening, the three of them had become as close friends as they could be in the situation.
Just as disguised Debbie and Sean entered the room, they saw the two of them laying on the bed, engrossed in the game, completely unaware of the two newcomers.
"Follow me quickly, I'll lead you to get some kills. Here... Oh, no, here..." Charles instructed.
"Why are you so clumsy? Don't wander around, just follow me... Hurry up..."
Debbie had a vein popping on her forehead, her mouth twitching, almost to the point of spitting blood out of anger.
Feeling her anger, Sean kicked Roger's butt and shouted, "What the hell are you guys doing?"
Roger was terrified when he saw Sean, his soul almost left his body.
"Playing... playing games!" Roger answered hesitantly.
Sean was enraged.
"Do you even know what you guys are doing? Playing games with the hostage and the kidnappers? Does that sound reasonable to you?" Sean let his fury be known.
Roger's lips twitched. "No, it doesn't sound reasonable."
Sean exploded.
"If you know it's unreasonable, why are you still playing? Quickly tie him up and throw him into the room."
Roger didn't dare to defy Sean’s order and quickly found a rope to tie up Charles tightly.
Charles didn't make a fuss, obediently allowing himself to be bound.
Debbie squinted her eyes, leaned in close to Charles, and intentionally lowered her voice.
"So alike, they are absolutely identical. If someone didn't know, they would think it's the same person."
A sharp glint flashed in Charles's eyes.
This voice...
So familiar, where have I heard it before? Who is it? Charles wracked his brain trying to recall.
Debbie grabbed Charles's chin, lifting his head, and sneered.
"Bastard, soon enough, you and your mother will disappear completely from Ivara City."
Charles's calm facade finally cracked, his expression darkening. "What do you want with my mother?"
Debbie smirked mysteriously. "Soon, you'll find out!"
With that, she waved her hand. Roger immediately shoved Charles back into the room.
As soon as he left the room, Debbie slapped Roger twice.
"Idiot, do you remember what I said? This bastard is exceptionally clever, don't go near him. But you dared not listen and even became buddies with him."
Roger covered his face, unable to catch his breath from the pain, Roger hesitated to reach out as Debbie pulled out a bottle of medicine from her pocket.
Her smile was sinister and venomous as she spoke, "Give this to Charles during dinner..."
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