General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Three days have passed since the last time he rejected Mitchell. Han Changfeng has been detained in this bedroom. Except for the people who come to deliver food three times a day, Han Changfeng is alone.

He didn't know that several people from far away in China were already looking for him and were going crazy.

"Any news?"

Meng Chuanxiong crushed the finished cigarette butt in the ashtray, and the stubble that had not been cleaned up in many days hung on his face.

Feng Yi fell on the sofa and shook his head tiredly. The twitching in his stomach made him realize that he had not eaten since last night.

Not only Feng Yi and Meng Chuanxiong, but the other four people also rushed back to the villa as soon as possible and used all their strength to find Han Changfeng. The police also intervened immediately, but four or five days later, Han Changfeng was still there. Whereabouts unknown.

"Blame me."

Song Shishu spoke with difficulty. He should be the most guilty among the six. If he hadn't pestered Han Changfeng to let him visit the class, Han Changfeng might not have had any trouble.

How did Song Shishu know that even if Han Changfeng didn't go out, he would be kidnapped by Mitchell's men anywhere.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, keep looking."

Qiu Yunqi sighed and continued to contact people he knew. Feng Langxing and Wu Qingyang nodded silently, with a hint of frustration in their expressions. They were only freshmen and had no role in this matter.

"Host, your man is going crazy looking for you."

Han Changfeng blinked his dry eyes. Fortunately, he didn't have to speak when talking to the system, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hide it from the surveillance cameras in every corner of the room.

"Can you send them a message for me?"

Han Changfeng spoke with difficulty. He was a little worried about those people, especially Meng Chuanxiong and Feng Yi, who had bad stomachs. Han Changfeng was really afraid of something happening when he was anxious.

"Of course, I will pretend."

The system immediately responded that the incident itself was its own fault. Now the system looked at Han Changfeng with guilt in its eyes.

"Tell them that I am in good condition now and will go back when the opportunity is right. Take care of yourself first."

In addition to not letting him go, Mitchell did not deprive himself of anything in terms of food and clothing, and this news was not considered false.

"Okay host, I'll do it right away."

"Thanks."

Han Changfeng thanked him softly. The system, which already had a guilty conscience, refused again and again and bit the handkerchief guiltily. It wanted to give Han Changfeng multiple golden fingers at its own expense, but one host could only accommodate two. The heartthrob aura and extraordinary talent were already there. With the quota taken up, there was nothing he could do in the face of such a situation.

At this moment, the bedroom door was opened, and Han Changfeng looked subconsciously. It was not dinner time. The only people who came in at this time were...

"how are you?"

Mitchell drove the wheelchair indoors. I don't know if it was Han Changfeng's illusion, but Mitchell's face looked a little red.