The fat man was ready to force the medicine into Wei Yumeng's mouth. She struggled desperately, her mind replaying the memory of Wen Yulan force-feeding her medicine last time.
She was terrified. In moments of extreme agitation, latent strength would surface. Wei Yumeng, fueled by an unknown surge of power, knocked the bowl of medicine to the ground.
The fat man didn't get angry then, but the scar-faced man did. He slapped Wei Yumeng hard.
"You've got quite a kick, you bastard!"
The slap made Wei Yumeng's vision blur, but the pain was nothing compared to her desire to protect the child in her womb. Anything was worth it.
The fat man looked at the spilled medicine on the floor, his gaze blank as he turned to the scar-faced man.
"Boss, what do we do? The medicine is all spilled."
"We'll find another way! The other party said we won't get paid unless the child is gone."
The scar-faced man continuously slapped the fat man, urging him to get more medicine.
The fat man said helplessly, "Boss, it's this late. Where am I supposed to get medicine?"
"I don't care where you get it! Don't pharmacies sell abortion pills? Just buy a couple, hurry up, I'll keep an eye on her here."
"Alright, I'll go right now."
The fat man had no choice but to head back to the pharmacy.
For Wei Yumeng, this wasn't exactly good news, but it wasn't entirely bad either. At least she had a little more time.
Despite being hit, Wei Yumeng remained rational.
She decided to try and negotiate with the scar-faced man during this respite.
"Don't you just want money? My husband is Zhan Mohan, the boss of Zhan Group. He can give you as much as you want, just name your price."
The scar-faced man had heard of him. "You're talking about the boss of Zhan Group, Zhan Mohan?"
Hearing that the scar-faced man knew Zhan Mohan, Wei Yumeng's hope rekindled.
"You know him, right? So, let's make a deal. You let me go, and I'll give you a sum of money."
The scar-faced man hesitated for a few seconds. Wei Yumeng thought she was about to see hope, but then...
"No! I've already made arrangements with them. How can I face them if you're like this? We're supposed to be trustworthy!"
"Just tell them the child is gone. That way, you still get your money, right?"
Wei Yumeng's heart clenched, fearing the kidnapper wouldn't agree. If the fat man returned, she would be truly finished.
"But we can't explain it to them. Enough, or I'll knock you out!"
The scar-faced man raised his hand as if to slap Wei Yumeng again, but he didn't actually hit her this time.
Wei Yumeng dared not speak further, afraid the scar-faced man would truly knock her unconscious.
Meanwhile, Zhan Mohan returned home and, not seeing Wei Yumeng, asked the maid.
"Where is Madam?"
"Madam said she went to the supermarket to buy things and hasn't returned yet!"
"She hasn't returned yet, and you didn't go look for her?"
Zhan Mohan's expression instantly turned grim, startling the maid.
"Sir, I... we thought Madam was just out for a bit. We'll go look for her now."
The two maids were about to rush out.
Zhan Mohan spoke then, "No need!"
It was probably too late to find her now. She had been out this long, her phone was unreachable, and something had likely happened.
He turned to Fang Xun. "Go and check the surveillance footage to see where she went after leaving the supermarket."
"Yes." Fang Xun immediately left to carry out the task.
A few minutes later, Fang Xun called. "Mr. Zhan, Madam got into a taxi after leaving the supermarket. The taxi then disappeared around a corner onto a small road where there are no surveillance cameras, so we can't track it."
"I don't care if you can track it or not, drive over there now. Also, get the license plate number and report it to the police!"
He wanted to see who had the audacity to mess with his people.
"Yes." Fang Xun, not daring to further provoke Zhan Mohan's anger, complied.
About ten minutes later, Fang Xun sent Zhan Mohan a location.
Zhan Mohan drove there directly and asked Fang Xun to call for reinforcements, as he didn't know the situation on the other side.
When the fat man returned with the medicine, he pushed open the door. The scar-faced man, filled with rage, immediately slapped him on the back of the head.
"I told you to buy medicine, and you took this long!"
The fat man clutched his head. "Boss, I went as fast as I could. At this hour, how many pharmacies are still open? And they grilled me for a long time."
Even abortion pills weren't sold so easily now, for fear of causing a death.
The scar-faced man was anxious. He needed to resolve this quickly and get the money from that woman.
He snatched the medicine from the fat man's hand. "Hurry up, and after this is done, we'll go get the money. You hold her down!"
The fat man approached Wei Yumeng again, but she kicked him before he got close.
"Ouch, Boss, this woman is too fierce. She even kicked me!"
The scar-faced man was swift. He grabbed Wei Yumeng's mouth and forced the pills inside.
Wei Yumeng struggled wildly, a muffled sob escaping her lips.
As the pills were forced into her mouth, she desperately tried to spit them out but was powerless. In that moment, her heart sank to the lowest point. Was this child truly lost?
Just then, the door was violently kicked open, and the sound of the door panel falling to the ground echoed.
The scar-faced man and the fat man were startled, and their hands loosened. Wei Yumeng quickly spat out the pills, coughing violently. When she looked up and saw Zhan Mohan, she was on the verge of breaking down in tears.
The scar-faced man stood up and aggressively approached Zhan Mohan.
"Who the hell are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Mohan kicked him. The scar-faced man stumbled back several steps, barely managing to regain his footing. He hadn't expected the man to be so strong; it seemed he had encountered a trained fighter.
He clutched his stomach, his face contorted with displeasure. He signaled to the fat man.
Together, they charged at Zhan Mohan. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the man's eyes. He stood his ground without fear, grabbing each man's arm with one hand. With a twist of his wrists, the screams of the two men could be heard. Zhan Mohan then kicked them.
The fat man and the scar-faced man lay on the ground, unable to get up. The only sounds in the empty room were their pained moans.
Zhan Mohan, radiating fierce anger, walked past them, terrifying the two men into trembling.
He heard the man's voice, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, instructing Fang Xun.
"Cut off these two men's hands first, then call the police and let them handle it!"