During the time that Stuart Buzer was apprehending individuals, Pete Lassen inquired about Bidegla's family situation. Bidegla casually brushed off the questions and was reluctant to delve too deeply into the matter.

Approximately half an hour later, Bidegla's phone rang, and it was Stuart Buzer on the line.

"I've brought the individual, open the door," Stuart Buzer's voice was calm, and a faint, agonizing sound could be heard in the background.

Stuart Buzer's efficiency was remarkable, likely due to his extensive network. Individuals of his ilk, those who live off inherited wealth, typically frequent places of debauchery, often frequented by underworld figures. It was rare for the police, let alone anyone else, to locate someone in such a short amount of time.

"Tara, open the door, the culprit has arrived," Bidegla spoke, extinguishing the fourth cigarette in his hand.

"Alright," Tara Lassen replied, observing nearly ten cars parked outside their home, with at least a dozen individuals dressed in black standing on the street in front of their house, which startled her.

"Brother Buzer," Bidegla greeted as he approached the door.

"Alright, bring that lad out to me," Stuart Buzer commanded, prompting two henchmen to open the van's door and drag out a bound individual.

Ironically, the man was only dressed in his underwear, shivering from the cold. Bidegla knew that he must have been caught by Stuart Buzer while engaging in his illicit activities.

Though the young man appeared somewhat handsome, Bidegla's expression of disdain revealed that his body had been ravaged by alcohol and debauchery, rendering him weak and feeble. If left on the street for a single night, he might have frozen to death.

"Let's talk inside," Bidegla said, turning and walking back into the house.

"You two, escort this man inside with me. The rest of you, wait here," Stuart Buzer commanded authoritatively.

"Yes," the dozens of henchmen replied in unison, causing the residents of nearby villas to refrain from coming out to witness the commotion.

What was the meaning of all this? Why were so many people here? Could something major be happening?

"Bidegla, what is going on?" Pete Lassen, who was inside the house, noticed the bound individual and displayed an incredulous expression.

Previously, he had thought that Bidegla was merely joking, but now it seemed that Bidegla had actually captured the individual. The old man, for the sake of his son, was willing to bankrupt his own company, and now his son had been captured by Bidegla. Surely, he would seek retribution from Bidegla.

Ignoring Pete Lassen's surprised expression, Bidegla turned his gaze to Tara Lassen and asked, "Is this the person?"

As he asked this question, Bidegla felt somewhat speechless. First, it was Vilon Daphne, and now another issue had arisen, adding to Tara Lassen's troubles.

"Yes, it's him," Tara Lassen nodded, her eyes filled with resentment.

Without this individual, her father's company would not have gone bankrupt. Everything was the result of this person's actions.

"Since he is the main culprit, that's good," Bidegla nodded and then walked into the kitchen of their house. After a moment, he emerged with a kitchen knife, causing Pete Lassen's complexion to turn pale.

"Could it be that Bidegla intends to commit murder?

"Bidegla, please put down the knife. What are you doing? Committing murder is a crime," Pete Lassen shouted, standing in front of Bidegla.

"Ha, I would never commit murder," Bidegla smiled, then pushed Pete Lassen aside, saying, "Uncle, if you still want to regain your company, don't interfere. Leave everything to me to handle." With that, Bidegla approached the young heir.

Speaking of the young heir, his situation was rather pitiful. He was in the midst of a passionate encounter with a beautiful woman when he was abruptly interrupted by an unidentified person just before he could reach climax. He even doubted whether he would survive this ordeal.

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Now, seeing Bidegla brandishing a kitchen knife, he was overcome with fear, whimpering and showing a look of terror on his face.

The wealthier a person is, the more they fear death. The young heir was no exception. He had a good father and never had to worry about his livelihood. He even enjoyed a variety of women every day. But now, facing the threat of death, he was terrified.

With the knife in his right hand, Bidegla crouched down in front of the young heir and asked, "Do you know why I brought you here today?"

Wimpering, the young heir shook his head in response to Bidegla's question. But when he saw Bidegla's intimidating gaze, he quickly nodded, indicating that he understood.

In this moment, he regretted deeply. He understood what was happening to him. He had simply been attracted to Tara Lassen's beauty and never imagined it would lead to such a huge ordeal.

If there were a potion for regret in this world, he would rush to buy a bottle immediately.

"Now that you know why I called you here, you should understand that your life is in my hands. If you don't want to die, call your old man and have him bring the ransom. It's one billion, not a penny less. If he's late, I'll cut off one of your fingers every minute until he arrives. Do you understand?"

Bidegla spoke, then forcefully threw the knife in front of the young heir, creating a large hole in the floor tiles, where the knife was firmly embedded.

"Brother, you should take charge of this matter," Bidegla said, then sat down on a chair.

"No problem," Stuart Buzer replied, then took out his phone and removed the tape from the young heir's mouth.

"Call your father," Stuart Buzer said, with a sly smile, crouching down.

"Okay," the young heir said without any resistance. Right now, he just wanted to survive, he didn't want to die here.

He quickly dialed a number and began to yell, "Dad, I've been kidnapped. They want to kill me."

His voice was filled with fear, clearly showing how scared he was.

"Son, what's going on? How did you get kidnapped?" a panicked voice came through the phone, obviously shocked.

But at that moment, Stuart Buzer took the phone back and held it to his own mouth.

"This is Stuart Buzer. Your son is in my hands now. If you don't want to collect his body, bring one billion to Block C in the xx residential area to ransom him. You have half an hour, every extra minute, I'll cut off one of his fingers, every extra ten minutes, I'll send him to the afterlife. Decide for yourself. And let me remind you, it's best if you come alone. If I see anything amiss, you know what I'll do," Stuart Buzer repeated what Bidegla had said earlier, terrifying the young heir half to death.

"Did you actually stand up for Pete Lassen?" a voice of disbelief came over the phone, clearly startling Stuart Buzer.

The reputation of Stuart Buzer was well known - he was the underground overlord of Zhuhai City. Even a big businessman like himself had to speak politely in his presence, or risk facing the consequences.

"If you don't want to waste time, one minute has already passed, and there are only twenty-nine minutes left. You deal with it yourself," Stuart Buzer said, and then abruptly hung up the phone.

"Help me!" the bound young man shouted, his face turning pale with fear.

"Stop shouting, or I won't hesitate to cut out your tongue," Stuart Buzer said, his face twisted with a menacing expression, and the man immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

"Senior, let's take a smoke break," Bidegla said, offering a cigarette to Stuart Buzer.

"He's just a small fry, yet we have to wait for him for half an hour. It's really annoying," Stuart Buzer said, then laughed and sat down next to Bidegla.

"Senior, about this girl..." Stuart Buzer's gaze shifted to Tara Lassen, clearly implying something.

"Senior, please don't speak out of turn," Bidegla said, blushing slightly.

"Junior, we are cultivators, not ordinary people. According to our customs, having multiple wives and concubines is normal. Some elders even have more than ten wives in their lifetime. What are you afraid of?" Stuart Buzer whispered to Bidegla, his voice so low that only Bidegla could hear.

"Come on, senior, you're not setting a good example for me, always teaching me these things," Bidegla said, somewhat bemused.

"Hehe," Stuart Buzer chuckled, then continued to gaze at Tara Lassen, causing her to blush and lower her head shyly.

But it had to be said, Stuart Buzer really admired Bidegla. He had seen the top-tier beauty Jennie Laura before, who had an extraordinary temperament and stunning beauty. Now, although Tara Lassen couldn't match Jennie Laura in temperament, her beauty was also exceptional. It seemed that his junior brother was quite lucky, making Stuart Buzer, as his senior, envious.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a henchman came in and respectfully said, "Boss, the person has arrived. It's just one person."

"Alright, let him in," Stuart Buzer said, getting up.

"Master," soon, a henchman led in a pale-faced middle-aged man. As soon as the middle-aged man saw that his son was indeed in the hands of the other party, he immediately shouted, his expression full of concern.

He also saw the kitchen knife stuck next to his son's head, which made his heart convulse with fear. He was an only child, and if his son died, his life would lose its meaning.

"I didn't expect you to be so punctual!" Stuart Buzer said, glancing at the middle-aged man.

"Hehe, Stuart ordered it, how could I dare to slack off," the middle-aged man said with a smile that was even more pitiful than crying. "I've brought the money, Stuart, could you please release my son first?"

"Hmm, are you trying to negotiate terms with me again?" Stuart Buzer squinted at the middle-aged man, peering into his innermost thoughts.

"I dare not." The middle-aged man lowered his head, unable to meet Stuart Buzer's gaze. Before coming here, he had been pondering how someone as influential as Stuart Buzer could be involved in kidnapping his son, especially when Stuart Buzer had plenty of money and no reason to extort him. But now, he had no choice but to believe it.

This Pete Lassen, who usually appeared completely honest, had unexpectedly been involved in such a relationship. If he had known earlier, he would never have dared to meddle with Pete Lassen's company. This was simply a case of shooting oneself in the foot.