The restroom was at the end of a long corridor past the bar; since Dark Night was one of the largest Gold-Sale Caves in Capital City, it naturally wouldn't be shabby.
Even the restroom area of the bar was as richly decorated as a hotel's. Rong Yan stood in front of the gilded sink, and just after turning on the faucet, she heard faint voices coming from around the corner.
"Has that money come through yet?"
"The initial sum has been transferred—but that man keeps pestering me, insisting I release the person first. I tried to get him to swap someone for the release, but he evasively said there's no child to exchange. He also said something about definitely transferring the remaining amount to the card. Does he think I'm an idiot? If I give the person back to him, would he not go to the police and still transfer the rest of the money to us?"
Child, money... Images of the cell phone recording that Rong Nanfeng had let her listen to flashed through Rong Yan's mind.
