Jack looks proud. Jerry purses his lips and doesn't laugh out loud. He says, "Louis, go check on Emily; she needs your comfort right now."

Louis nods and leads Emmanuel and Jerry out.

Jerry guides Louis and Emmanuel to the door of a guest room, signaling for Louis to go in. Louis looks at Emmanuel, and Emmanuel smiles, saying, "You go first; I'll join in a moment."

Louis blushes a little, lightly knocks on the door, and enters.

Emily, lying on the bed with tears in her eyes, looks up and sees Louis entering. She exclaims, "Louis!" and throws herself into his arms, crying bitterly. Louis embraces Emily, comforting her softly, "Emily, it's okay; I know you've been wronged, but nothing like this will happen again in the future."

Emily sobs, saying, "Louis, do you know, I was so scared back then, I thought I would never see you again..."

Louis smiles and says, "It's all in the past; let's not dwell on it anymore." Louis pats Emily's shoulder and helps her sit on the bed. He notices Emma beside them, her eyes also welled up with tears. Louis thought about consoling her for a moment but reconsidered when he saw Emily crying.

Emily tugs at Louis's clothes and says softly, "Louis, can you hold me a little longer?" Louis looks at Emily with tear-streaked cheeks, feeling sorry for her, and sits on the bed, holding Emily in his arms. Emily buries her face in Louis's shoulder, finally feeling warmth in her cold heart. After a while, Louis's gaze falls on Emma, who is looking down, her face also red. He hesitates but refrains from consoling her for now.

When the sisters' emotions have stabilized a bit, Emily suddenly asks, "Emma, do you like Louis too?"

Emma is extremely embarrassed and remains silent, looking down. Emily then looks at Louis and asks, "Do you like Emma?"

Louis stammers for a while and can't come up with a coherent answer. He isn't sure if he likes Emma, and what bothers him is that he feels the same way about Emma as he does about Emily. This leaves him feeling ashamed and he repeatedly tells himself that it's not right, but he can't control his young heart.

Seeing the two of them silent, Emily quietly decides in her heart. The room falls into a heavy silence. After a while, Emma looks up and asks, "By the way, Vito said my brother is in danger! How is he now?"

At that moment, Emmanuel's voice comes from the doorway, "My dear sister finally mentioned me; you've touched my heart!" With a theatrical look at his watch, he nods and says, "You've been in the room for forty-five minutes and twenty-five seconds, and you finally thought of me. I'm a failure as a brother, it seems!"

Upon hearing Emmanuel's words, both Emma and Emily blush. Emily pouts and says, "You're so annoying!"

Emmanuel, looking at his blushing sisters, smiles with delight but feels a bit worried deep down. If both sisters genuinely fall for Louis, that could be troublesome.

Louis stands up and asks, "Emmanuel, how long have you been in here?"

"Not long after, if I'm disturbing you, I'll leave again. The main reason I came in was to tell my sisters that I'm fine, so there's no need to worry about me!" After saying this, Emmanuel started to walk out, but Emily stopped him and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother...!!"

Louis shook his head and said to Emmanuel, "I think you and your siblings should talk more. I'll leave for now." Louis left the room and closed the door behind him. Jerry and the others were waiting outside, and they all smiled ambiguously when they saw Louis come out. Louis cleared his throat and said, "Where's Vito? I need to see him."

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Jerry replied with a smile, "He's on the third floor. I left five people to guard him."

Louis nodded and headed to the third floor. Vito was locked in a small room of about twenty square meters, held by two people, with tears and snot all over his face, and four missing front teeth. When Louis entered the room, he saw this scene. When the others saw Louis enter, they said, "Louis!"

Louis nodded in acknowledgment, and someone brought a chair for him. Louis smiled, and sat down in front of Vito with his legs crossed. Vito looked at Louis with fear and tremblingly said, "Louis, you... you better let me go, or my dad won't spare you!"

Louis sneered and said, "It seems you haven't suffered enough. Teach him how to speak!" The guy next to him agreed and violently kicked Vito to the ground. In less than half a minute, Vito was already incoherent and yelled, "Stop, please! I... I was wrong, Louis, don't hit me!"

Louis waved his hand, and the person stopped. Looking at Vito covered in blood, Louis glanced around and handed his phone to Vito, saying, "Vito, if you want to live, call your dad and tell him to come here!"

Vito looked at Louis in surprise and fear, saying, "What do you want my dad to come for? Are you planning to harm him? I won't make the call!"

Louis smiled and thought for a moment, then called someone over and whispered a few words in his ear. The man nodded and hurriedly left. Vito looked puzzled and didn't know what Louis was planning. He said loudly, "If you want to beat me, go ahead, but I won't call my dad! Right now, Vic is my last hope. As long as I'm alive, my dad will come to rescue me. If my dad is lured here, given Louis's character, both father and son might end up dead here. Vito, with great effort, put on a tough act for a moment."

But he soon couldn't maintain it. The guy Louis called outside came back with a thin bamboo stick. Louis looked at Vito and roared, "Hang him up for me!"

Vito was terrified and struggled vigorously. "Louis, what are you doing? Let me go... Ouch!" One guy stepped forward and punched him hard in the abdomen, making Vito feel like his stomach had turned into a knot, and he couldn't cry out anymore. Several people hung him high above the ground, with his legs about half a meter off the floor. The guy called Louis had a bamboo stick in one hand and a basin in the other. He came to Vito and smirked, then forcefully inserted the bamboo stick into Vito's thigh, hanging in the air. Vito screamed in pain, and his senses cleared a bit. He shouted, "Stop it, Louis! Why are you torturing me? What's the point of this?"

Fresh blood flowed down the bamboo stick into the basin. Louis looked at his watch and said in a cold tone, "Vito, you have only forty-five minutes. After that, you'll die from excessive bleeding. Whenever your dad arrives, I'll remove the bamboo stick. You don't have much time left. Think it over by yourself!" With that, Louis picked up a cigarette and started smoking.

Vito looked down at the bamboo stick deeply embedded in his thigh, and blood continued to flow into the basin below. Even someone as experienced as Vito couldn't hide his fear, and he bit his lip, saying, "Louis, you're so cruel!"

Louis stood up, and said with a cold smile, "It's a two-way street, Vito. What you've done is far more despicable. And so is your dad, Vic."

Sweat beaded on Vito's forehead, and he couldn't speak for a while. The room was filled with the occasional sound of dripping. After a moment of inner struggle, Vito finally spoke, "Louis, I'll make the call to my dad now, but you have to release me immediately!"

Louis replied, "Vito, don't negotiate with me because you don't have the qualifications. I also hope you don't waste any more time. You have thirty-eight minutes left to live." Vito became increasingly anxious, realizing that his time was running out. He didn't want to die, and at this moment, he couldn't care less about his father Vic's fate. He cried out, "Give me the phone!" and began to weep.

Louis snorted, "Tell me the phone number!" Vito choked it out. Louis signaled to his men, and each of them brought a chair and stood on it, dialing the phone number Vito had mentioned and placing it next to his ear. Someone quickly answered the phone, and Vito shouted, "Dad, please save me! I'm about to die!"

Upon hearing that his son was on the line, Vic jumped up in a panic and asked, "Where are you? I'll rescue you right away!"

Before Vito could say anything else, Louis snatched the phone away and continued, "Vic, it's a pleasure to talk to you. I'm Louis, and your son is in my hands. He has only thirty-eight minutes to live, and I'm waiting for you at the hotel. Remember, he has only thirty-eight minutes!"

Vic yelled, "Louis, what have you done to my son? If anything happens to him, I'll tear you into pieces!"