My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 91: Chapter 0091: Tracking_1
It was a black Audi emerging from a luxury community.

What caught Ye Xiong’s attention was a small square sticky note attached to the rear of the car, which, in the streetlight, seemed to be a name card from afar.

Ye Xiong drove by the Audi and examined the sticky note closely. It was indeed the same note with Du Yuehua’s phone number that Youyou had given him. Somehow, she had managed to stick it on the car.

“This girl, Sister Hua’s crisis awareness training wasn’t wasted.” If it weren’t for this note, Ye Xiong wondered if he could have locked onto the target.

Just then, the phone rang, and it was from Du Yuehua.

It turned out that Youyou’s grandfather still didn’t trust Ye Xiong, fearing he was a bad guy who took advantage of the chaos to steal his phone. So the moment Ye Xiong left, he called his daughter.

“Hello, I’m the mother of the kidnapped little girl. Have you found my daughter?” Du Yuehua asked anxiously on the phone.

“Sister Hua, it’s me.”

Hearing Ye Xiong’s voice, Du Yuehua’s tone changed with excitement, anxiously asking, “It’s too great that you’re okay, has Youyou been found?”

“Found her. You’ve raised a good daughter. She marked the car with her name card stuck with chewing gum. I’ve locked onto the target,” Ye Xiong replied.

“She’s my only daughter; you must save her.” Sister Hua’s voice shook with emotion.

“I won’t let anything happen to her; wait for my good news,” Ye Xiong said and hung up the phone.

Du Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief as if she had taken a calming pill.

In her world, Ye Xiong was everything, he was the sky, he was the god. There was nothing he couldn’t do; with him around, she could be completely at ease.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiong turned his car around and sped past, crashing directly into the front of the black Audi at an intersection ahead.

“Damn, what kind of driver are you?”

A man in a suit stepped out of the Audi, approached Ye Xiong, and started cursing loudly.

“Fuck your sister, don’t think you’re something special just because you’re driving a broken car. Pay up now, or I’ll call dozens of guys over to chop you to pieces in minutes,” Ye Xiong got up from the ground, pretending to be a thug, and cursed back.

“Damn, not afraid of death?”

The suited man reached toward his waist. Ye Xiong had already seen a glimpse of a gun when suddenly a middle-aged man with long hair and wearing glasses stepped out of the passenger seat, resembling an artist.

“Ade, stop it.”

The bespectacled man approached Ye Xiong, looked around, and smiled apologetically, “Sir, sorry to offend you. We’ll compensate for your car.”

After saying this, he took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of cash—easily four or five thousand—and handed it directly to Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong had been worried that Youyou might not be in the car, but now, after he hit their vehicle, not only did they not make a fuss, they even compensated him, which only confirmed his suspicion.

At that moment, he suddenly heard thumping sounds from the car’s trunk, as if someone was banging against it on the inside.

Just as Ye Xiong was about to take action, he remembered something Officer Luo Weiwei had mentioned.

Recently, there had been several child abduction cases in Jiangnan City. Now that Youyou was kidnapped, could it be related to these cases?

He suppressed the urge to rescue Youyou immediately, walked to the side of the Audi, patted the car, and arrogantly said to the man in the driver’s seat, “What are you staring at? Be more careful driving next time. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am.”

After speaking, Ye Xiong picked up the fallen motorcycle and sped away.

Once he left, the man in the suit spat viciously and said, “Brother Kun, why didn’t you let me deal with that bastard?”

“The wind is tight right now, the toy will be off our hands soon. Don’t stir up trouble at this time,” the man called Brother Kun said.

“I’ve got my eye on this kid; next time, I’ll skin him alive,” the man in the suit cursed viciously.

After their conversation, they got into the car and sped away.

Ye Xiong rode his motorcycle, quietly following behind while dialing Luo Weiwei’s number.

“I’ve located the target; the license plate number is XXXXX. Have someone continue the chase.”

“Do you need support?”

“I can’t trust the police force. Wait for my call.” With that, Ye Xiong hung up the phone once again.

At the same time, he connected to the internet, opened a mysterious website, and after entering a password, the entire phone screen turned into a map with a blinking light, indicating the location of the Audi.

Fearing he might lose them, Ye Xiong had stealthily placed a small tracker underneath the car earlier.

Continuing the chase led him shortly to the outskirts of a mountainous area.

Meanwhile, the Audi had switched cars several times, and even the personnel had changed multiple times, from the original Brother Kun and the team to several other people.

If it weren’t for his proficiency in tracking and counter-tracking, Ye Xiong would have lost them long ago.

Such a tight organization he had never expected these child kidnappers to be of such a high caliber, almost comparable to professional soldiers.

After several turns, the car arrived at the foot of a mountain on the western side of Jiangnan City called Dukun Mountain.

Halfway there, Ye Xiong had abandoned his motorcycle and continued by foot from a distance.

Upon entering the forest, Ye Xiong found that the signal had suddenly disappeared—it was clear that this area was equipped with signal interference devices.

This also meant he had truly entered the heart of the mysterious organization that kidnapped children.

Using the cover of night, Ye Xiong continued his pursuit and came upon a temple guarded by three or four people dressed as monks.

Periodically, individuals would enter the temple, carrying sacks that evidently contained people.

The criminals who had captured Youyou carried the sack containing her down from the car and entered the temple in the same manner.

Ye Xiong knew he could not wait any longer.

He dashed out like a ghost.

The four monks hadn’t even realized what was happening before they felt a chill at their necks and thump, thump, thump, thump, they all fell down.

The two men carrying Youyou heard the sounds of bodies hitting the ground and quickly turned around, but unfortunately, they didn’t even see their attacker before they collapsed to the ground, dead.

Ye Xiong opened the sack and found Youyou with her mouth bound, whimpering. To prevent any mishaps, he quickly carried Youyou on his back down the mountain, until he saw Luo Weiwei’s car at the designated location and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Officer Luo, please take good care of Youyou. I’ve still got things to take care of,” Ye Xiong handed Youyou over to Luo Weiwei, preparing to make a forceful entry.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Luo Wei asked anxiously.

“As long as you keep Youyou safe and prevent her from coming to harm, I’m not afraid of anything,” Ye Xiong said, relieved of any concerns for her safety.

“Uncle, please be careful,” Xiao You called out.

“Little Ghost, see you later.”

After saying that, Ye Xiong turned into a shadow that disappeared into the dark forest.