readsfreenovel Chapter 533: Being a Hostage is Not Easy
Chapter 533: Being a Hostage is Not Easy
"You promised too easily. How can you guarantee it?" This time it was Feng Ming's turn to ask back.
The man in white mask was obviously a man of great wisdom and strategy: "Don't we still have the warrant? Your Highness Prince Yi can hand it over to his men, or he can follow two people and then change the warrant. Otherwise, with such a large team and the ransom, we still can't escape, right?"
Feng Ming's heart skipped a beat. This man was so confident that even when he talked about killing the entire nine clans, there was no special reaction from the white mask.
Are they really so fearless and not afraid of being caught?
So who is the backer behind this group of people?
But things have come to this point, Feng Ming came here just to help Yuan Qi save Yuan Yu, no matter how many concerns he has, he has to take a gamble.
I just hope that the kidnappers won't dare to act rashly because of his status as a prince.
Feng Ming took out a seal from his arms and handed it to Gao Yuan.
Gao Yuan didn't take it, but stopped it instead.
Feng Ming could only whisper to comfort them: "It's okay, haven't we discussed this before? How many of them have the guts to kill me? Do you want to give up the ransom? Don't worry, just follow behind and don't lose me."
Gao Yuan was not good at speaking, so he had no choice but to nod heavily.
After Feng Ming finished his instructions, he turned around and urged his horse forward, glancing at the white mask: "Quickly bring Yuan Yu here, I will go with you."
He smiled at Yuan Qi as he passed by her.
On the opposite side, the man with the white mask waved, signaling the man with the red mask to lead Yuan Yu's horse and also took two steps forward.
The two sides exchanged in the middle court.
Feng Ming's horse was led over by the man in the red mask.
As soon as he arrived in front of the White Mask, the White Mask personally held the sword and put it on Feng Ming's neck: "Your Highness Prince Yi, I'm sorry."
Feng Ming didn't care either.
On the other side, Yuan Yu's horse was led back by Yuan Liang, the chief guard of the Yuan family.
Yuan Yu got off the horse with the help of everyone and untied himself.
Yuan Qi hugged his father the moment he got him back.
Feng Ming also got off his horse under the threat of the white mask's sword, and someone tied his hands from behind.
Taking this opportunity, Feng Ming got much closer to the white mask. He couldn't help but look closely at his eyes behind the white veil, but at the same time he smelled a pungent fragrance.
The white mask seemed to sense something, and it turned its head to the side and sneered, its voice sounding as if it came from a cemetery: "Haha, what does Your Highness Prince Yi want to see? Could it be that you and I knew each other before?"
Feng Ming didn't understand what was going on, but was struck by his sneer and couldn't help but shudder.
Then he turned around and looked in the direction of Yuan Qi.
From afar it seemed as if a doctor had come up and was taking Yuan Yu's pulse, but as for Yuan Yu's exact condition, it was not clear.
At this time, the man in the white mask pressed the sword to Feng Ming's neck again: "Take the remaining three carts of gold and the sixty thousand taels that were taken out, and have them all send them over."
Feng Ming was concentrating on paying attention to Yuan Qi. He vaguely heard the doctor saying something like "send him back quickly" and "he is not mentally competent", while Yuan Qi was crying quietly beside him.
Ben was feeling upset, and suddenly he was threatened by the white mask, so he got angry: "You don't keep your word?"
The white masked man put more strength in his sword-holding hand and sneered, "Hehe, Your Highness Prince Yi, you are joking. How much is your credit worth?"
Just at this moment, a cool breeze blew from the mountains.
Feng Ming smelled the pungent fragrance again and was completely sure that the smell came from the white mask.
Zhou Chang could only follow Feng Ming's perspective, but he was wondering in his heart, could it be that the person wearing the white mask actually belonged to a woman?
Otherwise, why would he have such a smell and hide it more carefully than others?
"Give them..." Before Feng Ming could say anything, Yuan Qi heard it and waved his hand to send three carts of gold over.
"No, why should I give it to them? I don't believe it..." Feng Ming still wanted to maintain his image.
The man in the white mask didn't wait for Feng Ming to finish speaking, and used more force on his hand to directly cut his neck: "Your Highness Prince Yi, that depends on whether you want money or your life."
"My life, my life..." The skinny monkey didn't wait for Feng Ming's consent and shouted first, and signaled the people behind him to quickly send the three carts of gold over.
Feng Mingze still didn't believe it: "Do you really dare to take my life?"
"I really don't dare now." With the white-masked hostage in hand, he could only feel proud, "But I can't say for sure in a while."
There is no way, now I am at the mercy of others.
Even if Feng Ming was extremely unwilling, he could only watch the three carts of gold that maintained his image change hands.
After getting all the gold for the white mask, he was ready to leave with Feng Ming.
Yuan Qi was very worried and wanted to follow.
Zhou Chang had a bad feeling about Prince Yi's risking his life, but Feng Ming pretended to be relaxed and said to Yuan Qi, "You should go back to see your father. If you still want to thank me, just give me a few more boxes of gold as compensation."
Even the kidnappers would roll their eyes at this statement.
Yuan Qi's tears indeed welled up in his eyes.
Feng Ming didn't dare to look any more, nor did he dare to think any more, and was obediently forced back on the horse by the man in white mask.
Next, the man in white mask took Feng Ming and twenty boxes of gold and took a detour through the side path of the mountain.
Gao Yuan and Shouhou led their men and followed closely behind.
This had already been agreed upon in advance, and White Mask had no objection.
After about an incense stick of time, the group stopped at a secluded riverside.
There was no one on this wild road in the mountains, except for four small boats docked next to a dilapidated pier, which were obviously prepared by the kidnappers in advance.
It turned out that the kidnappers chose to take the water route after all.
The man with the white mask handed Feng Ming over to the care of the man with the red mask, while he went to command the operation himself, first ordering people to load boxes of gold onto the boat.
Then the boat was rowed out into the river.
Feng Ming followed the direction of the boat and discovered that there was already a large ship parked in the center of the river.
At this speed, the small boat only needs to make two or three trips back and forth to transport all the gold and people onto the big ship.
As batches of gold were loaded onto ships and shipped away, the amount of gold and people left on the shore became fewer and fewer.
As the white mask showed no sign of being put back, Feng Ming had no choice but to ask, "When did you release me?"
Two kidnappers wearing black masks and holding knives were responsible for guarding Feng Ming, while the kidnappers wearing red masks were on guard at the side. However, everything was going too smoothly and they were a little careless: "Don't worry, you are a prince and a prince, we don't want to cause any more trouble. When we are all on the boat, you will give us the warrant and we will release you. Your Highness Prince Yi, please don't blame me, you came to us on your own today, we didn't kidnap you. After this incident, we will go our separate ways and no one will get in each other's way."
The red mask was also hidden behind the mask, and the voice was muffled. Just from the voice alone, one could tell that it was a rough man, but nothing else could be heard.
Feng Ming did not ask any more questions, and Zhou Chang felt relieved. After all, he was a prince, so he could still be useful at a critical moment.