Under the conditions of asymmetric information, Han Yanyan arranged for a direct confrontation between both sides.
Though Ding Yao could strike unexpectedly and eliminate foes caught off guard, in such a head-on clash, the five-year-old was ultimately just a burden.
“Let him go! Or I will kill you!” Han Yanyan shouted fiercely. Although her gun was aimed at one of the men, her voice carried a strong, concealed determination.
Ding Yao was being held by one man, his collar grasped tightly, a gun pointed at his head. He looked pale and didn’t struggle; he felt utterly helpless, like a mere toy compared to those strong men.
“A single woman? Bringing a child?” the leader called out loudly, “Mechanic Nita?”
Han Yanyan replied, “That’s me. What do you want?”
The leader said, “Mr. Maitre has requested you to work for him.”
Even Ding Yao recognized that name. Maitre—a rogue and a powerful figure known to be a perverse man who preyed on young girls. Han Yanyan’s father was killed because Ding Yao’s father attempted to sell her to this man.
“Fine!” Han Yanyan yelled. “But first, put my child down!”
The leader glanced at Ding Yao but didn’t let go; instead, he pulled Ding Yao into his embrace, pinning him under his arm.
“You’ll come with us, and your child will be safe!” he shouted.