Ye Jian had a gun with her. QSZ92 9mm semi-automatic pistols. However, she couldn’t use her gun. Betty was in danger. Including Pabel, there were five enemies. How could five people enter the presidential palace without being found out? What were the guards doing?
The leaders from China were still here but the five people still managed to enter secretly. There might be other members of the al-Qaeda group around!
The staff member outside probably didn’t sense anything since they didn’t make any sounds. Also, he couldn’t enter Betty’s study room freely. She could only rely on herself and try to contact Xia Jinyuan for help.
“Nice to meet you, student from China. I’m Betty’s English teacher.” Pabel was indeed a well-educated middle-aged woman. She smiled gently when she looked at Ye Jian. It was hard for people to associate her with the al-Qaeda group.
She didn’t walk up. Instead, she stood at the entrance of the room and smiled at Ye Jian. She saw Ye Jian’s body swaying. She was trying to calm herself down.
“Bring her in.” When she opened her mouth again, she was speaking with the Urdu language. She continued staring at Ye Jian. Her gaze changed from gentle to cold. Then, it turned vicious.
Ye Jian didn’t move. Her gaze moved across Betty’s white and frightened face. Then, she looked at Pabel quietly. Her body was stiff. To other people, she was afraid.
If Betty wasn’t here, she could still try to fight against the five people. However, they held Betty as their hostage. She couldn’t take the risk.
The two people in white walked over and pushed Ye Jian’s right shoulder forcefully. Ye Jian fell forward.
She staggered. She tried to grab the door frame to stabilize herself but she failed. She fell down on the carpeted ground.
Her hands were in front of her chest. Fear and helplessness could be seen in her expression. This was how a normal student would react. It would be weird if she was too calm.
When she got up, the two bodyguards had already come beside her. They pushed her forcefully again into the room. The doors closed. The people outside couldn’t hear anything.
A semi-automatic pistol without its magazine laid on the ground of the resting area outside the door. This was the only signal Ye Jian could leave behind. If the gun was with her, it meant that she was still alive. If not… she might be in trouble.
The talk between the leaders was coming to an end. It had almost been an hour since Ye Jian and Betty left the presidential palace. There was half an hour until Betty’s lesson ended.
Xia Jinyuan had looked at the time secretly multiple times. He felt a little anxious.
He pressed his mike down and said to J5 in a low voice. “Inform the translator to send the leaders off after the meeting ended.”
“There’s ten more minutes left.” J5 was writing in his notebook with a fountain pen. He had to write down every single word the leaders said. The reclamation investment wouldn’t be done so soon. They were still in the middle stage of discussion. Ten minutes was a good estimate.
