Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

A burst of panicked footsteps suddenly ended the silence of the conference hall. Three middle-aged men rushed in at the door, led by Bai Ningle's father.

He had no time to pay attention to the crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose. He walked directly in front of Pei Hengzhi and whispered a few words.

In an instant, Pei Hengzhi's expression changed drastically.

He stared at Chu Yao hesitantly, but Chu Yao just picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Seeing this scene, several other people also understood that something important must have happened.

Bai Ningle was impatient. She wanted to rush directly to her father and ask him why he was so sad and why her mother was not here.

But Chu Yao had told her before that she must obey Chu Yao's arrangements in everything.

Bai Ningle had no choice but to sit on the chair, holding her chin with her right hand, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound, and the man behind Father Bai took out his mobile phone from his coat.

He did not open the received message, but first asked: "Mr. Bai, we received a video, do you want to take a look?"

"Look." Father Bai rubbed his eyebrows, turned to Chu Yao and said, "Since Yaoyao is here, let's watch it together."

It was a very blurry video, and the camera shook a few times before it was able to focus.

The girl was tied to a chair with a rope, and a pair of hands appeared and roughly pulled off the blindfold from her face.

She must have been frightened, her once bright eyes dimmed and she stared straight ahead.

In the dim room, the light of a snow-white sword suddenly appeared, shocking Father Bai to the point where he almost lost his balance.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to just want to fool them. The knife did not fall on the girl's body, but cut the rope behind her back.

The next second, the rough hand clamped the girl's arm and pressed her white wrist to the table.

She raised the knife and dropped it. This time, the god of luck did not favor her.

"Lele!" Pei Yaoxuan exclaimed, "How dare they...?!"

The splattered blood dyed the entire lens red, and with a crisp pop, Pei Hengzhi crushed the porcelain cup in his hand.

Bai Ningle and Pei Nian looked at each other worriedly. They didn't see the video on their phones, but they could guess a little bit.

The person who hijacked the plane never wanted to survive.

In anger, Pei Hengzhi's face was filled with frost, and he briefly tapped the table with his index finger.

In these short two seconds, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"How likely is it that this video is fake?"

Chu Yao thought to himself that the picture quality was so blurry that it was difficult to tell whether the video was synthesized in post-production.

"Could the person in the video just look like Lele?"

Chu Yao didn't expect him to guess this, but Pei Hengzhi quickly rejected the idea - "The appearance can be eighty-nine points similar, but the temperament and movements cannot be exactly the same, unless the other party has been planning for a long time."

"There is something wrong with the positioning device on Lele's body, but it is impossible for anyone else to find that thing except herself..."

It turned out to be the case.

Chu Yao lowered his eyelashes. No wonder Pei Hengzhi suspected that he and Bai Ningle had jointly staged a hijacking scene. It turned out that the problem lay in her positioning device.

It was an extremely delicate microstructure. Even experienced kidnappers would never have thought that human hair could be used for positioning.

Moreover, thanks to the scientific research team hired by the Pei family, ordinary exploration machines cannot receive the signal from this device at all.