Another kidnapper, however, knelt down and tore off Debbie's high heels. He threw them away.

Before he could stand up, Debbie winked at her bodyguard. He immediately got her point, and they flew into action side by side.

She raised her leg and kicked the kidnapper in the jaw.

Caught off-guard, the kidnapper was sent flying backwards, and he let his gun go. It skidded across the floor.

The bodyguard kicked another thug's gun, and it flew away and landed about five meters away from them.

Now that they were both disarmed, it was a free-for-all. Who would get a gun first? Debbie rushed towards the nearest one.

She was a fast runner, so she got there first. The young mother kicked the weapon to the corner of a wall. Then she stomped on it at just the right angle, and the gun flew upwards. Before it landed on the floor again, she raised her leg and punted the piece.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was searching for Debbie and her bodyguard. He heard the sounds of fighting on the 16th floor, so he immediately contacted Carlos.

It was after 8 p.m., and most of the employees had already gone home. The 16th floor contained meeting rooms.

From the 13th floor to the 19th floor, the middle of the building was hollow, and the roof was on the 19th floor. The gun kicked by Debbie flew to the hollow part, and dropped onto the 13th floor.

The kidnapper was furious when he saw it. He raised his hand, about to slap Debbie in the face. But something stopped him. He had enough time to turn his head, only to have something hard strike him in the skull. It was the gun kicked by the bodyguard.

"Fuck! Assholes! I'll kill you!" The kidnapper continued cursing nonstop and picked up the gun from the floor.

He pointed it at the bodyguard and squeezed the trigger. The gun had a silencer, so the bullet quietly left the gun and sped toward Debbie's bodyguard.

Luckily, the bodyguard was quick enough to dodge. "Run, Mrs. Huo!" he yelled.

Debbie, however, didn't listen to him. She raised her leg and kicked the kidnapper in the knee. "Ouch!" The kidnapper fell to the floor, but he still clutched the gun tightly. Ignoring the pain in his knee, he raised his wrist and shot at the bodyguard again.

Meanwhile, another two kidnappers dashed towards Debbie with daggers, glinting in the gloom. As one of them was about to stab her, his phone rang. "What? Abort?"

After a while, the kidnapper gestured for his buddies to leave.

At that moment, Debbie grabbed another kidnapper, deftly avoiding his dagger, and sent him flying backwards with his momentum and a kick.

The kidnapper cried in pain and didn't dare to move forward again. Now that his boss called off the mission, he struggled to his feet and ran towards the exit, trying to escape.

The moment they disappeared, Wyatt showed up and said, "Mrs. Huo, I already called the police. They won't get away." He and his men began to untie the ropes constraining Debbie and her bodyguard.

Wyatt's men scampered off, chasing after the kidnappers.

"Hmm." Debbie nodded and rubbed her aching ankles, which were starting to get cramps, thanks to the fight.

"I called Mr. Huo, too. He's on the way."

"Okay." Debbie was curious as to why the kidnappers suddenly pulled out.

After Carlos arrived, she got her answer.

The police had already surrounded the building and blocked it off by the time Carlos got there. Two kidnappers were handcuffed and taken to the police station. Debbie was giving her account of what happened while a policeman furiously scribbled on a pad of paper. When she saw Carlos get out of his car, she waved at him and called out, "Over here."

Carlos strode over and checked her out carefully. He then heaved a sigh of relief after he saw that she was not hurt. Despite the police being right there, he pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair softly. "You must have been frightened, huh?"

"Not at all. Hey, let go of me. I'm giving my statement." With a flushed face, Debbie struggled to free herself from his embrace. She felt shy with everyone there watching.

Carlos kissed her forehead, staying by her side and saying no more.

Having given her version of what happened, she got into Carlos' car. While he was putting on a pair of new shoes for her, she asked, "Why did the kidnappers give up?"

Carlos raised his head to look at her and answered, "My ace in the hole: James Huo." He offered to exchange James' life for Debbie's, and of course, James agreed. Right there, in front of Carlos, he called the kidnappers and ordered them to abort the mission.

After that, Carlos looked thoughtful and got really quiet. Actually, he was pondering on the best way to deal with James.

The next afternoon, Carlos took Debbie to the suburbs in the west of the city.

At the end of the mountain road in the suburbs was the ocean. When they arrived, there were many people waiting there.

Most of them were Carlos' bodyguards. Seeing the couple, they greeted them, "Mr. Huo! Mrs. Huo!"

Carlos led Debbie to the middle of the crowd. And that was when she discovered James, kneeling on the ground, arms tied behind his back.

"Carlos Huo, what do you want?" James yelled, horror obvious in his eyes.

Carlos didn't respond, nor did he spare him a single glance. He led Debbie to a cliff overlooking the ocean.

Debbie looked around; she was able to overlook the entire mountainside and the ocean in the distance. "What are we doing here?" she asked in confusion.

Carlos pulled out his phone while he answered her. "Watching the show!"

Debbie rolled her eyes and shut her mouth.

Carlos dialed someone up and asked curtly, "Where are you? Well, move your butt! I'm a busy man."

After about ten minutes, Debbie heard a roaring behind her, getting louder. A car squealed to a halt. The young singer saw a person in white rushing and pushing his way through the crowd.

When she finally got a good look, she recognized him—Niles.

He seemed to have rushed out in the middle of surgery, as he was wearing a surgical gown inside his white overcoat. He held a first-aid kit in his hand and stood before Carlos, panting. "Carlos Huo! You want punish James Huo... or me? I'll be no good to anyone if I'm exhausted. You ass!"

Carlos smiled cunningly and patted his shoulder. "You like a good show, right? Walk over there and wait for us," he instructed, as he pointed to a small hill near the ocean.

The only thing Niles could figure out was that Carlos was going to deal with James, but didn't know how. Although he hated being treated like this, he could do nothing. He did as he was bidden by Carlos.

Everything was ready.

Carlos called someone and ordered, "You can start now."

Debbie looked at the place where they held James. Two bodyguards escorted him to a car.

It was not an old car, but its windows had been busted out.

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