"Hans Colin, don't push your luck! If this gets found out, you won't escape either!"
"Give me the money, and I'll leave Landon right now!"
"How much do you want?"
"At least eight million." Hans raised his fingers.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Don't talk like that in front of me. You dare to blackmail Sylvan Cheney; when you get your hands on it, I fear it will be way more than fifty million."
"Eight million is doable, but you must stay here with us. If we don't get the money, you can't leave!"
Hans squinted his eyes.
After pondering for a moment, he took a puff of his cigarette: "Deal."
"Are you sure that Sylvan Cheney's son is in the car?"
"I've been following him for a long time."
"Why is there an extra woman?"
"That's Sylvan Cheney's woman. Bringing her along can fetch us a good price!" Hans replied, "So, eight million is actually not too much."
The men seemed satisfied and stroked their chins.
