CHAPTER 869: CHAPTER 869 THE DESPICABLE HAVE THEIR TORMENTORS (3)

Of course, the guard had no patience for coaxing a child. Seeing him play so happily, he was content to leave him undisturbed, never considering the true significance of Gan Tang’s drawings and paper folding.

With a single threat, the guard walked to the door, opened it slightly, and peeked through the crack at the opposite room.

Seeing everything inside, his face took on an ambiguous expression, and he instinctively licked his lips with his tongue.

On the carpet, Gan Tang lifted his eyes to glance at the peeking guard. He quietly got up from the carpet, tiptoed to the window, carefully lifted the curtain, and peeked outside.

Outside the door was a secluded alley, devoid of any human presence.

Turning his face to look at the guard who was still engrossed in peeking through the door crack, he quickly climbed onto the window sill and carefully opened the window latch.

Squeak!

The old window emitted a sharp noise.

The little fellow was startled, quickly turning his face to look toward the door.

Fortunately, the guard was still so engrossed in watching, he didn’t notice Gan Tang’s movements at all.

The little fellow breathed a sigh of relief, forcefully pushed the window open, and frowned when he saw the towering buildings outside.

He hadn’t expected to be in a high-rise building; outside, the other buildings were at least seven to eight stories high. Originally thinking of jumping out the window to escape, it was clear this route was impossible.

Pressing his lips together, the little fellow took several folded paper planes out of his pocket and threw them out the window with force. The planes swirled in the air before scattering and drifting off into the distance.

Turning back, he saw the guard was still focused on peeking. The little fellow climbed down from the window and stealthily slipped out the door on tiptoe, his back pressed against the wall as he carefully squeezed through the gap between the guard and the wall.

Just as he was about to squeeze through, his toes hit a beer can casually thrown in the corridor by the guard.

Clang!

The can rolled away, hitting the wall with a distinctive noise.

The little fellow was startled; he bolted for the door without a second thought.

The guard turned his face and, seeing him rush into the living room, immediately shouted and chased after him.

"You little bastard, stop right there!"

Rushing to the door, Gan Tang quickly unlocked it, but as he opened it, the guard had already caught up, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him back into the hall, relocking the door.

Sam came out with his pants in hand, "What’s going on?"

The guard grabbed Gan Tang from the floor, "The little brat tried to escape!"

Looking up at Sam’s furious face, Gan Tang pressed his lips together and stayed silent.

Sam frowned, about to explode in anger, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Checking the call, he immediately answered.

"Yes, understood... alright, rest assured!"

Hanging up, he frowned at Gan Tang.

"Pack him in the suitcase, we’re leaving here!"

His men immediately started moving, the guard threw Gan Tang onto the sofa, bound his hands and feet with wide tape, and stuffed him into the luggage.

Meanwhile, two others dragged Qian Xueying back into the room. She was wearing an old dress the men had found for her, her hair was disheveled, and there were bloodstains on her shoulder, she looked extremely disheveled.

The guard, having stuffed Gan Tang into the suitcase, reached over and squeezed her waist.

Qian Xueying held back her anger and didn’t flinch, but her gaze turned icy when it landed on Gan Tang inside the suitcase.

Humiliated by Sam and the others, she dared not act out her anger. However, seeing Gan Tang, all her resentment naturally transferred to this child.

If it weren’t for Gan Yuan, if it weren’t for this child... how could she have been subjected to such humiliation?