Out of control and sinking

Before the bodyguards had even left, the voice of the man from before rang out: "No need to investigate anymore. I can tell you that they are the leaders of the Rongdong tribe, and they are men of the second young master of the Charche family."

"This second young master is not someone to be trifled with."

Boss Zou walked over, grinning lewdly: "He especially likes little girls, particularly those from China. He's had his hands on quite a few over the years. They bought that little girl just to present her to him."

"I heard this guy has a bad temper. If he finds out you stole his person, he definitely won't let it go."

As he spoke, Boss Zou's face was full of anticipation for the show.

He glanced at the little girl and continued, "But if this little girl falls into his hands, she probably won't even survive three days."

He spoke Chinese.

The girl naturally understood.

His dark eyes instantly filled with fear.

He was both a tribal chief and the second son of a family.

It sounds like they have a huge and powerful sphere of influence.

Jiang Ruan looked up at Bo Ye, her brows furrowed, a little nervous: "Did I cause you trouble?"

Bo Ye remained expressionless, his dark eyes concealing his calculations, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"fine."

"If you want to save them, then save them."

“I can’t bear to see her suffer persecution, given how young she is and how she is one of our compatriots,” Jiang Ruan sighed. “I know South Africa is a mess, and this is probably not an isolated incident, but I still can’t stand by and watch.”

"Ah."

Bo Ye said, "Then I'll arrange for someone to send her back to China?"

Jiang Ruan: "Okay."

Jiang Ruan went over to talk to the little girl. When she heard that she was going to be sent back to her country and completely away from this place, the girl was excited and tearful. She bowed to Jiang Ruan.

"Thank you, sister, thank you so much."

"You are such a good person, you will surely be blessed."

This left Jiang Ruan somewhat at a loss.

She comforted them, saying, "We are compatriots."

"Go, forget everything here, go back to your country and live a good life."

"it is good."

The bodyguards took the person away.

Jiang Ruan returned to Bo Ye's side, and remembering what the strange man had said earlier, she couldn't help but ask.

"Are the Rongdong Tribe and the Charles family very powerful?"

When questioned, a sharp glint flashed in Bo Ye's eyes. His voice was soft, only the two of them could hear it.

“There are thousands of tribes in South Africa. Rongdong is not a large tribe. As for the Charles family, it is just a century-old family that is about to decline.”

If Bo Ye wanted to do business in South Africa, he naturally needed to understand the local sphere of influence.

In addition, he has a photographic memory.

When Mr. Zou mentioned these two families, he remembered the background information he had read back then.

Jiang Ruan nodded, but she still felt inexplicably flustered.

The Black people lying on the ground got up and ran away.

The first black man covered his face and cursed at them.

The local dialect.

Jiang Ruan couldn't understand.

Seeing them flee in a disheveled state, she asked the bodyguard, "What did he just say?"

Before the bodyguard could speak, Bo Ye interrupted, "It's alright, he said he'll come back."

bodyguard:"……"

It was clearly stated that the Charles family would not let them off the hook.

I never expected that President Bo would lie.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ruan responded with an "Oh".

She asked in surprise, "You can understand what he's saying?"

Bo Ye: "Yes, I know a little Afrikaans."

Jiang Ruan sighed, "It seems like there's nothing in this world that you can't do."

As soon as he finished speaking, that smug, roguish male voice rang out again.

"Of course."

Boss Zou walked over, his eye-catching outfit particularly striking. His abs were faintly visible.

Unruly and unrestrained.

When Jiang Ruan saw him, only these four words came to mind.

The two looked at him, and Boss Zou, smoking a cigar, said in a way that was both serious and unserious.

"For example, keeping me as a mistress."

"Or if all else fails, I'll just have to compromise and take him as my mistress."