Xuan Yingluo rushed to the Luo Bing building with her people. With her participation, the robbers were quickly controlled.
However, the leader of the robbers had not been taken care of yet. He held a four-year-old boy in his arms and held a knife to the boy’s neck. He said in an agitated and ferocious tone, “Don’t come over. Immediately prepare a private plane for me. I want to leave this place, or else I’ll kill this boy!”
The boy’s mother was already crying her heart out, “Hurry up and satisfy him. Quickly satisfy him. My Son is still in his hands. These people kill without batting an eye. My Son must not get into trouble. Otherwise, I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Minister Xuan, what should we do?”The subordinate asked.
Xuan Yingluo looked at the little boy whose face was full of tears. This little boy was about the same age as little seventh young master, and it made her heart ache.
“Satisfy him,”Xuan Yingluo said.
“Yes.”
