Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

K raised his hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and asked the person beside him.

"Where's Lu Ye?"

"His adoptive father asked him to leave. Now that the whole Shutter Island is in chaos, that man is naturally angry. I'm afraid he will punish the ten elders."

That man was ruthless and would never let Lu Ye go.

Lu Ye helped Fu Yancheng and Sheng Mian this time and made the island look like this.

K pursed his lips and said, "Inquire about Lu Ye's situation."

"Yes."

Lu Ye must be stopped from fighting again, otherwise Fu Yancheng and Sheng Mian will really run out.

Now he no longer knows the specific location of the two people. He has asked people to track down He Zhou's location, but there is no Sheng Mian beside He Zhou.

Originally, he promised to let He Zhou rest peacefully.

But Lu Ye got in the middle, and other people's influence also infiltrated, and he couldn't bear it.

Unless that man contacts him.

Just as I was thinking this, my phone rang.

There came a muffled voice.

"Lu Ye told Fu Yancheng the location of the tunnel. The exit is about 50 meters away from the sea level. This place is prone to accidents."

K's eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth curved.

The man who spoke was Lu Ye's adoptive father, and it seemed that he already knew what Lu Ye had done.

Now that the life-saving tunnel has been told to others, what other secrets does Shutter Island have?

"How is he, Lu Ye?"

"Punishment."

As for what kind of punishment, no one knows.

The man was probably in his fifties. After hanging up the phone, he listened to the report from the servant on the side.

"The tenth elder has fainted, do you still want to fight?"

If you defeat them all, you will most likely die.

"beat."

The man's tone was merciless, and his eyes were cold.

"It's his own choice."

The person reporting the report lowered his head and said nothing more.

The man walked into the monitoring room nearby and turned on the surveillance on the Forbidden Island.Only he knew about this hidden surveillance, which recorded all aspects of the daily behavior of the imprisoned woman.

If Fu Yancheng were here, he would know who this woman is.

It's midsummer.

There are more than 1000 cameras scattered throughout the walls of the underground secret room where Zhong Xia is.

Except for a little privacy in the bathroom, no one was watching her anywhere else.

The man's fingertips were stroking the screen, his eyes filled with chills.

Those juniors dared to break in here, damn it.

With a cool twitch at the corner of his mouth, he turned on the microphone on the side and shouted.

"Xia Xia."

This voice was exactly the same as the man's voice in the underground secret room. It seemed that he was the one who imprisoned Zhong Xia there.

Zhongxia himself sat quietly on the bed, unable to see or hear.

But she could hear the man's voice. To be precise, she could hear the man's voice shouting out of the microphone.

Deep inside her body, there are specific instruments buried.

The woman who had no reaction to either Fu Yancheng or Sheng Mian raised her head and turned around.

But she knew there was no response, so she slowly returned to the bed with a calm expression on her face.

"Xia Xia, it's time to eat."

The woman said nothing and leaned against the wall.

After a while, someone came to deliver food.

Zhong Xia resisted and begged at first, but after so many years, she is still in this place without seeing the light of day.

It's useless, she can only do this for the rest of her life.

I will never see my daughter again.

After staying in this place for a long time, no one talked to her, and she seemed to have forgotten how to organize language.

She can only utter some very simple sentences now, and her language skills seem to have deteriorated.

She knew that someone had been in the basement recently, but she had tried to escape from here countless times, thinking that there would be hope, but she was met with despair.

The man will report to her the number of times she has escaped after each failure of her escape.

Exactly ten thousand times so far. (End of chapter)