"Sis, save me, please. They said if the money isn't raised in a day, they'll kill me. They are real gangsters, they can really kill,"
Another shout came through the phone.
But then there was a roar, which turned into the voice of a man speaking English.
Shan Ying suddenly couldn't understand, but Su Weifeng said, "Put it on speaker, I understand English."
Shan Ying hurriedly switched to speakerphone, and Su Weifeng said in English, "Don't hurt him."
"Bastard, if we don't get one million US dollars by this time tomorrow, we'll throw this kid into the shredder."
"We will raise the money, but we need to know he's really in your hands, and who you all are."
"We are the Detroit Mige Gang; you can find out just how powerful our organization is."
"Alright, in the meantime, while we are preparing the money, please don't hurt the hostage."
"We'll take good care of him, not a hair on his head will be harmed. But if you're one minute late, all you'll receive is a bunch of his flesh,"
