Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Four-wheel drive is definitely more stable than two-wheel drive.

Fortunately, the car stopped quickly in front of the dilapidated factory. Shen Lin opened the car door and got out, without even taking the key out, and pulled a folding knife from his waist.

Jiang Zhuhua looked at the knife gleaming with a cold light and suddenly remembered something.

In the original story, the male protagonist's background isn't exactly clean. He's involved in some shady dealings that started developing many years ago.

"Who?"

The people in the factory immediately became alert, after all, the noise from both the cars and the motorcycles was quite loud.

The dimly lit factory was illuminated by only one light, and there were many shadowy figures inside.

"You want money?"

Shen Lin shouted, his already gloomy face becoming even more so in the dim light.

The car door made a clicking sound, and Shen Lin closed it even tighter. Two burly men with shaved heads walked out of the factory.

"Oh, someone actually came. Where's the cash we asked for?"

One of them asked a question. Jiang Zhuhua then saw someone slip out from the other end of the factory, seemingly intending to take over the entire operation.

"How can I give you money if you don't let me check if the person is safe?"

Shen Lin leaned against the hood of the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. His eyes were fixed on the two burly men in front of him, and he also noticed the people who had slipped out from other places.

"And what do you mean by this? You don't want us to leave here alive?"

Shen Lin touched the path the burly men had walked with the still-smoldering cigarette butt, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Zhuhua watched this scene and clicked his tongue. To intervene or not to intervene, that is the question.

She was about to open the car door and run away when, before Shen Lin could say anything, the men who appeared to be kidnappers started talking.

"What is that woman doing? Trying to run away, is she?"

The sound was almost a shout, and everyone around heard it. Jiang Zhuhua's face immediately darkened.

The body that had just been inside was pulled out again.

"Here's the money. Bring the hostage out, let us confirm your safety, and we'll hand over the money and the hostage."

It was like an absurd farce in which Jiang Zhuhua was forced to participate.

The kidnapper waved his hand, signaling to continue.

Shen Lin, who was in the driver's seat, was standing at the front of the car. Jiang Zhuhua, who had originally planned to slip away from the passenger seat, was now in a predicament and could only confirm whether he was safe.

They were also forced to participate.

In the back seat, Pei Hui's small face turned deathly pale with fright. Upon seeing the familiar face, his lips parted sharply, twitched slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes but wouldn't fall.

She looked like she was about to cry from fright, but dared not.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it quickly. An'an, don't be afraid."

While cursing inwardly, Jiang Zhuhua gently comforted her. She kept cash in the car as a precaution. She opened the glove compartment and took out 100,000 yuan in cash.

"An'an, there are two baseball bats in the trunk. Quietly put them in the passenger seat."

Jiang Zhuhua pointed to the space between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. He tried to keep his expression gentle, so as not to frighten the child.

"Why are you dawdling? What are you doing?"

Because the kidnappers needed to confirm whether there was really money, they didn't make a move immediately and just stood at a distance.

Pei Hui covered his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from crying, and nodded obediently.

"Okay, okay, why are you rushing me? Where is he?"

Jiang Zhuhua closed the car door, holding a stack of money in his hand, his tone impatient.

There was a person who was unconscious, and their face was obscured. They carried them out, chair and all. The person was asleep and was even wearing a suit.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't know much about their circle, but judging from this person's build, he looked like Chu Lian.

"This little bit of money isn't enough. Wasn't it supposed to be five million?"

The stack of money was too conspicuous in the darkness; after all, no kidnapper would ever commit kidnapping for such a small amount of money.

"Five million, 110 jin. How can I give it to you? They won't even let us confirm if the person is still alive. How can I take it out and show it to you?"

Where would five million come from in the car? There might be some in the bank card, but how could the kidnappers possibly take the bank card to withdraw money?

Jiang Zhuhua could only try his best to deceive them. Shen Lin, on the other hand, stood by, acting all high and mighty, smoking and not saying a word. He hadn't even brought a penny with him when he arrived; he'd even stolen his car.

"I'll pay you back double whatever you spent."

Shen Lin shifted his leg, moving from the driver's seat to the passenger side. He spoke softly.

"This money is just for you to verify its authenticity."

He was the one who caused all this trouble, and Jiang Zhuhua wanted nothing more than to smash his head in. He couldn't give him a kind look at all, and his words were directed at the kidnappers.

The stack of money was tossed lightly over and landed right at the kidnapper's feet.

The money wasn't bundled up properly and was scattered all over the ground.

Jiang Zhuhua stared intently at the scene before him, hoping to find an opportunity to resolve the chaos.

But one of the bald men, standing under the light, had a long scar on his face. He was clearly the leader of the group, and he simply pointed to one of them to step forward.

The burly man who was pointed at casually picked up a few bills and examined them under the light.

"Boss, it's true."

The burly man showed the money to the leader again. The group of men remained vigilant, making sure the money was genuine.

Jiang Zhuhua quietly took out a baseball bat and gave one to Shen Lin.

drop--

The car door had just closed when there was a sound and the hazard lights flashed. The doors were locked, indicating the car was in a secure position. The car's security system is adequate.

Shen Lin charged forward almost without hesitation, baseball bat in hand. The dagger was placed in Chu Lian's hand.

The person, who appeared to be unconscious, suddenly opened their eyes, held a dagger between their fingertips, and quickly untied the ropes binding them.

The scene instantly descended into chaos. Those people probably all thought the money was in the car, and someone took advantage of the confusion to sneak over.

Without hesitation, Jiang Zhuhua swung his baseball bat and smashed it directly at the opponent's head.

They were carrying knives, the kind of woodcutting knives made at a blacksmith's shop. They were sharpened to a very fine point.

thump—

With one blow, the burly man's face twisted in pain. Blood and teeth flew out together. Jiang Zhuhua secretly rejoiced that he had worn flat shoes today.

He kicked the person, sending them flying far away. A split second before the person fell, he pulled his foot back.

Those people have no hair, so it would be difficult to fight them by pulling on their hair.

A cold, gleaming blade slashed down from behind. Jiang Zhuhua dodged to the side, but the baseball bat smashed into his hand holding the blade.

The intense pain caused him to drop the knife.

There was only one woman here, and they probably thought she was easy to bully. Three or five people gathered around her.

Two people were lying on the ground, their condition unknown.