Me at two years old, a queen!

"An'an, keep running forward! Don't look back!"

Seeing someone catching up, Zhao Yu'an pushed An'an forward, gave her a warning, picked up a tree branch, turned around and stabbed the man in the groin, then ran in another direction.

Caught off guard, the man clutched his groin and jumped around wildly. Another blond-haired man ran over and asked, "Are you alright, bro?"

The blond-haired boy glared menacingly at the running boy. Zhao Yu'an, after all, was only seven years old. He was immediately grabbed by the arm and slammed unconscious.

Hearing screams behind her, An'an cried out in fear, "Help!" She didn't dare turn around and kept running forward. She heard the man clutching his stomach, staggering as he tried to catch up.

She suddenly darted into the dense grass, unable to see the path clearly, and could only run forward, tears welling in her eyes. "Thump!" An'an felt a wave of dizziness, then rolled onto the ground, her heart filled with fear and resentment.

"Waaah~, Daddy is such a bad guy, why hasn't he come to find me yet~"

"It seems like my head is gone! Waaah~"

When Lu Junxing arrived with his men, they saw Qin Shuo covered in blood, with five people lying around him. They collapsed to the ground only after seeing them arrive, shouting, "That direction! Help!"

Zhao Jingtang and Lu Junxing then chased after them, kicking away the blond-haired man who was tying up Zhao Yu'an. The man glanced at the unconscious Zhao Yu'an and looked around anxiously.

He yanked the man leaning against the tree, clutching his genitals, his face turning cold. He grabbed the man by the collar and punched him: "Where's the child? What have you done?"

"No, I didn't do anything. I was poked by that child."

"The other child took the opportunity to run away... ran away!"

"where?"

The man led his men in a frantic search in that direction. Because An'an was still so young, even with the overgrown weeds around, it was difficult to find any obvious traces.

"Don't panic! That blond guy said it was just the two of them keeping watch outside while they chased after us. An'an couldn't have run far on her own!"

Seeing that his nephew had only fainted and suffered only minor injuries, Zhao Jingtang felt relieved and arranged for Lu Jing to take him and Qin Shuo to the hospital by helicopter.

He and Lu Junxing searched for An'an together: "That thug isn't in the air-raid shelter; he must have run away!"

Qin Feng found Meng Wanyin's whereabouts in the village. If he wasn't mistaken, the thug should have run back to find Meng Wanyin. After all, Meng Wanyin had money, and the fact that An'an was not being threatened made them feel a little more at ease.

"An'an! Don't be afraid, we're here!"

"Miss An'an~"

"An'an~, where are you? Speak up if you hear me~"

As darkness fell and Lu Junxing's condition worsened, Zhao Jingtang, who was the most understanding of his feelings, quickly offered a helping hand when he was about to slip.

"The child couldn't have run far. We've been calling for so long without any response, so he must be hiding somewhere. Maybe he's fainted and we can't see him clearly."

"Qin Feng has already subdued the thug and Meng Wanyin, so there's no need to worry about the thug running away and coming back for her. Just keep searching patiently!"

"That blond guy also said An'an didn't have any injuries! Maybe she was just tired and fell asleep!"

Zhao Jingtang noticed that she hadn't heard the man speak much since the incident, and couldn't help but worry about his mental state, so she patted his shoulder.

"Wang Wang~"

Lu Junxing suddenly ran towards the direction where the gluttonous ghost had been yelling. Zhao Jingtang reacted and excitedly shouted, "Quick! Quick! Notify the doctor, and the helicopter is on its way!"

It was already past midnight on the other side. A woman in a white suit stood by a small window in the castle, clutching a cell phone tightly in her hand, her eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness as she looked in that direction.

"Get the plane ready, I'm going back!"

"Mr. Gu! Let's wait a little longer, if we leave now..."

Seeing the woman's unwavering gaze, the man dared not say anything more: "Yes! I'll arrange it right away!"

Just before takeoff, the woman looked at the message on her phone, completely exhausted, and slumped into her seat. It took her a while to recover before she got up again.

Zhao Jingtang watched as the man's phone rang repeatedly, then glanced at the man beside her who hadn't spoken a word and had been holding An'an tightly since boarding the plane, remaining motionless. She then helped tuck the blanket wrapped around An'an in.

He borrowed a phone to let the Lu family know he was safe; his own phone had been lost on the mountain, and he only had a broken walkie-talkie left.

As soon as the plane landed on the rooftop, An'an was taken for a check-up by the waiting specialists. Seeing the large group led by the old man, he didn't even have time to greet them, rushing off to check on his nephew Zhao Yu'an.

The situation was urgent, and based on his usual combat experience, he judged that Yu'an did not have any fractures or internal injuries, but a doctor's examination was still needed to confirm.

When Zhao Jingtang saw that her nephew had suffered multiple soft tissue contusions from being punched and kicked, and that his body was covered in bruises, Zhao Jingtang's eyes filled with rage; she wished she could skin those people alive.

He patted his nephew's head, glanced at his still swollen and bluish-purple face with heartache, told someone to watch over him, and then went to check if An'an had come out yet.

Even Jun Min, who was taking care of Qin Shuo, was waiting at the door. Everyone around was on tenterhooks. The old man, who took several blood pressure medications a day, was now anxiously waiting in his wheelchair.

"Ding~"

The disheveled man quickly brushed past the crowd and took the report from the doctor's hand.

"Most of my body has abrasions, and the redness and swelling on the outside of my skin is due to an allergy to some wild plants. I also bumped my forehead. These will heal with time!"

"The main issue is a mild concussion; he was slapped hard..." Even the expert, who had seen many important figures, was terrified by the man's menacing aura, his heart racing.

"We still need to wait for the child to wake up so we can check the hearing in his right ear!"

"dad!"

The crowd helped the old man up. Hearing that the child might have hearing problems, he gasped for breath, "Doctor~, the child is still so young, I hope you... will do your best, hah~"

The old man, who had never bowed his head in his life and had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, now helplessly hoped that his wife in heaven would bless his children.

Lu Jing was also furious, his eyes red: "That damned thug! He wouldn't even spare a child!"

When will the child wake up?

Lu Junxing spoke for the first time, asking calmly, showing no sign of his earlier loss of control on the mountain. Only Zhao Jingtang looked at him with concern, fearing he might have a post-traumatic stress disorder.

"The earliest it will be is tomorrow."

The man, having received a reply, turned and left the hospital. Zhao Jingtang, leaving someone to look after him, hurriedly followed. Lu Jing, furious, cursed again, "I really don't know how to be a father!"

"At a time like this, what could be more important than your child?"

Ms. Song glanced worriedly in the direction her son had left, then told Junmin to go back and take care of Qin Shuo, who was also badly injured; he had two broken ribs and a broken leg when he was brought in.

Her body was covered in deep and shallow knife wounds. She had been on standby at the hospital, and when she arrived, she was covered in blood. Had she been any later, she would have bled to death.

Seeing this situation, she guessed that this was no ordinary kidnapping for money. Her heart was constantly in her throat. She thought that if An'an returned safely, she would completely relieve herself of the burden of the Song family and help take care of the child at any time.

Ms. Song Yuan lowered her head, lost in thought, holding Qin Yanzhou and the group who were unwilling to go back, and quietly stayed by An'an's bedside.

The next morning, the man returned to the ward and tried to kick out the group who had been keeping watch all night. Lu Jing's pent-up frustration exploded. Afraid of disturbing the child, she suppressed her anger and reprimanded Lu Junxing in a low voice.

The old man caught a whiff of blood on the boy and vaguely guessed what the boy had been up to the night before. He sighed deeply and told everyone to leave.

"Let me know when you wake up!"

The old man glanced at his grandson, who was sitting by the window staring motionless at the child, and gave him a few words of advice before taking his family home. After leaving the hospital, he called back to let them know immediately if there was any news.