The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 62

“You… You’re Mr. Nolan Goldmann, aren’t you? If… If… If you want to save these kids, pay us $ 1,600,000. Otherwise, we’ll kill them!”

Nolan’s cold eyes became extremely sulky and stern as he glanced at Quincy, who was standing next to him. 1

Quincy seemed to have understood something, grabbed his coat, and left the office with Nolan.

“I’ll pay you the ransom that you asked for. However, if the kids were to get even a tiny scratch on them, brace yourself to die in pieces.” Nolan left a threat behind and then hung up.

He handed the phone to Quincy. “Trace the call back to its origin.”

The man who had gotten hung up walked to the man with a brush-cut. “Bro, Mr. Goldmann is actually going to pay us the money!” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The man with a brush-cut did not utter a single word, even though the response did catch him off guard.

‘Mr. Goldmann is willing to pay $1,600,000 in exchange for the children.

While the man with a brush-cut was pondering about something, Waylon had already managed to cut the rope.

Both of the men did not even notice that Waylon had walked up to their backs because they had their backs to him.

He snatched the knife from the man’s hand.

And when the man turned around, he was stabbed abruptly in the stomach by the knife.

“Scoundrel, how dare you…” The man with a brush-cut was about to grasp Waylon, but Waylon flexibly grabbed his hand and slit his arm.

At a young age, Waylon’s ferocity gave the man with a brush-cut a shock that was enough to send a sheer coldness down his spine. 1

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Perhaps because he had just gotten slashed and was feeling the excruciating pain, the man did not dare to move hastily but approached him carefully. “Scoundrel, if you don’t want to die, put the knife down…”

“If you think you’re good enough to one-up me, come at me and get it yourself.” Waylon imitated the appearance of the man while he was playing with the knife in the car.

Cold sweat started perspiring on the forehead of the man with a brush-cut.

‘This kid can play with the knife so flexibly, and that loser has been stabbed. This little

scoundrel is not someone to be trifled with.’

“If he dies, you’ll have to-”

“I’m young, the police wouldn’t believe that I’d kill, would they? Even if they were to believe in that theory, you’re the ones who kidnapped us at first. We killed you because we were threatened, that’s categorized as legitimate self-defense.” Waylon looked calm.

“Bro… I’m bleeding a lot, and I feel like I’m dying…” The man sat on the ground, clutching his wound. His hands were covered with blood.

The man with a brush-cut gulped a mouthful of saliva and could not decide what to do for a moment.

‘If I were to rush straight up to him, I’d probably have to take another hit.’

Waylon knew that the man would not dare to come over-the knife in his hand was a perfect weapon for self-defense.

At that moment, police sirens could be heard coming from outside the door.

Hence, Waylon quickly shoved the knife into the hands of the man with a brush-cut, placed the edge of the knife on his neck, and acted as if he had been captured.

“Police, don’t move!” The policemen had already broken in before the man with a brush-cut could respond.

“Waylon, Daisie!” Angela ran in and hugged the two kids who had just gotten rescued from the criminals by the police. “You guys really scared me to death!”

“Sir, I really didn’t stab him. It was the kid…” The man with a brush-cut, who was being taken away, desperately explained that he had not injured his partner due to an infight or held the child captive, but the police did not believe him.

Angela took the two of them out, while a Rolls-Royce pulled over not far away from the scene at that moment.

Nolan got out of the car, watched as the police threw the two kidnappers into the car, turned his head to glance at the two children, pressed his lips together, and then walked toward them. 1

Daisie rushed toward him when she saw him. “Mister!”

Daisie hugged him.

Nolan was stunned for a split second, squatted down, and picked her up. “Sorry, I was late.”

“It’s okay, we asked them to call you in order to buy time for Mr. Policemen to make it here,” Daisie said while wrapping her arms around his neck.