Two men with guns were standing at the back, carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to contain a person.
The middle-aged man spread out his hands and said with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, but I don't think any of you will be able to leave today. "
Murong Mian's eyes swept over each of them, and her eyes lingered on the cloth bag for two seconds.
His gaze finally fell on the face of the middle-aged man in the lead. He said,""Mr. Brown,"
The middle-aged man laughed."My wife is right. You are a smart young man. It seems that our upcoming conversation will be very pleasant."
He was Mrs. Jones 'husband, Mr. Brown, a ... Sanctimonious hypocrite, a greedy politician, and an old man who would do anything to achieve his goals.
Murong Mian laughed mockingly. A happy conversation would be worse than a life-and-death battle.
"Talk about how to make me obediently hand over all of my family's assets, or talk about how to avenge your wife?"
