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The FBI agent in charge of the No Double case had a dispute with his superior and was adamant about not releasing Warm, firmly asserting that Warm must be involved with No Double and couldn't provide an explanation for her butterfly birthmark, which raised suspicion.

They were interrogating her at the moment; it was believed that they would soon apprehend No Double.

Mosai Xiaobai and everyone from Longmen had used their internal connections to put pressure on the FBI. Dou Di also didn't remain indifferent, but this time, the incident involving No Double had far-reaching consequences, and power balance between governments was too intense; both sides were at an impasse, leaving Warm detained.

Dou Di's request to visit her was denied.

This matter was classified as top secret, no visits allowed. Dou Di was enraged, Mosai Xiaobai pondered whether they should resort to brutal means for a rescue operation. The Mafia had already investigated within the FBI and confirmed that Warm wasn't in federal custody; she must have been secretly detained and subjected to severe torture until they obtained the information they wanted.

The report has been submitted to Mosai Xiaobai.

Out of no choice, Dou Di had to call the highest-ranking minister of the Department of Justice. He didn't believe that he couldn't resolve this peacefully.

Dou's approach in handling matters differed from that of Mosai Xiaobai and Longmen; after all, the Du family did cooperate with official entities and couldn't afford to sever ties.

Du Di met with the highest-ranking official at the US Department of Justice. The Du family has been a renowned arms trademark in America for generations, having collectively immigrated to the United States from Du Di's father's generation. They have significant influence in both American politics and business circles. Du Di himself is the largest legal arms supplier to the U.S. government, and members of his family also wield considerable clout in American political spheres. Each year, Du Di provides substantial funding for congressional elections and exchanges this support for various channels that facilitate arms transactions; it's a mutually beneficial arrangement where he maintains close ties with influential figures within the American political establishment.

This time during the meeting with the highest-ranking official at the US Department of Justice, two co-partisan congressmen were also present. Nobody knew what they discussed or agreed upon, but Du Di left with a warm release order in hand.

When Warm woke up again, her eyes hurt from fatigue. She didn't realize she had been unconscious for nearly ten hours. In a daze, Wil, Daniel, and the gentlemanly man were all there, and they still weren’t planning on letting her go.

The gentlemanly man no longer leaned back to watch like an indifferent spectator; upon seeing that she was awake, he reached out and grabbed her neck. The sound of dragging chains on the ground sounded chilling, as if it were a dire warning.

"Tell me, do you know her" the gentleman asked sternly. "Just admit it, and we can all go home."

Warm was choked to the point where she could barely breathe; she knew how suffocating that feeling was from experiencing it over the past few days but surprisingly managed to endure it. Covered in blood as she was, she stubbornly looked up at him.

"What do you want me to say… You... tell me what I should say." Warm spoke brokenly. The man tightened his grip further, and if he pulled any harder, he could snap her neck.

At this moment, she missed Ye Feimo very much.

Might be that she would never see him again.

The parting of life and death is such a painful thing. Despair overwhelmed her eyes, and she breathed freely as warmth slowly closed them. That man snorted coldly and threw her aside. Precious air filled her nostrils; freedom was so valuable.

She took big breaths. The refined-looking man drew his gun from his waist and pointed the black muzzle at her. She kept breathing, not fearing him even if he pulled the trigger in the next second.

Celebrate every second of being alive.

"David, what are you doing" Will and Daniel rushed up. Warmth recalled the familiar scene: one person playing the black face while another played the white face. This was a boring act she had seen many times before.

“If you don’t speak up, I’ll kill you!” The refined-looking man spoke coldly.

Before Warmth could respond, she heard a mocking and arrogant voice accompanied by a whistle. A magnificent male tenor with an intoxicating laugh asked, “Who is going to die”

Will, Daniel, and the refined-looking man hurriedly turned around only to see several detectives lying on the ground behind them. A man in beige casual wear held a silver gun pointing at them. Behind him was a row of masked men—more than ten of them, all looking like elite agents.

“Good boy, put down your guns or I can’t guarantee anything.” The man arrogantly chuckled and pointed his gun at the three of them. A man beside him suddenly shot the refined-looking man in the thigh with a silencer-equipped pistol. There was no sound as it fired; the refined-looking man let out a blood-curdling scream when he saw a bloody hole appear on his thigh, fell to the ground, and Will and Daniel threw down their weapons, raising their hands in surrender and lying beside him without daring to move.

The masked man approached them from behind and took out keys from their waists. He half-knelt in front of Warmth and opened her leg irons hurriedly as a hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes. She saw a pair of beautiful phoenix-like eyes while she was still dazed.

"Not with ink..." she murmured. The man gave a bitter smile, saying, "Little Auntie Wife, don't I look better than Little Cousin Husband"

Just as he was about to unlock the handcuffs that were keeping Warm safe and warm, another man holding a small computer said from behind, "Young Master, Dudie has arrived."

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When Dudie and several federal agents entered, Will, Daniel, and the gentlemanly-looking man were all lying on the ground unconscious. The rest of the law enforcement officers had been shot with tranquilizer guns; only the gentlemanly man had received gunshot wounds.

Dudie rushed to Warm's side upon seeing her in such a miserable state. Heartache and anger welled up within him, and he glared fiercely at the senior FBI investigator who accompanied him. The usually suave and polished man lost his usual gentlemanliness, his voice harsh as he said, "I won't let it end here."

The senior investigator looked apologetic; Dudie hastily unlocked Warm's handcuffs and removed the chain around her neck. Her neck, wrists, and ankles were all covered in injuries that were shocking to behold, and there was still blood on her body, leaving her looking disheveled and as if she could lose her life at any moment. Dudie felt a pang of pity; he took off his coat and draped it over Warm before carefully picking her up and rushing out.

The FBI agents called for an ambulance since someone had sustained gunshot wounds.

Protected by two bodyguards, Dudie hurriedly carried Warm through the long and silent streets. There was no place to park here; on both sides stood tall government buildings where this dangerous and bloody underground interrogation room was set up, with countless people secretly vanishing in it each year.

The car was waiting outside for them; he held Warm close in his arms as they rushed into the vehicle and ordered the driver to head straight to the hospital.ion and thought unhappily, Fermari has such a rude personality; how could my brother like her No matter what, he would prefer someone who's more like him. So Moyao must not like Fermari. And given tha...