The small warehouse was in chaos. Huo Qingning's eyes were red. He was alone, fighting against five people. He found a steel pipe in the corner of the warehouse and was able to hold on for a while. However, to fight against four pairs of hands was too much for him to handle. Many parts of his body were injured, and his blood was all over the floor.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Huo Qingning! Give them the ransom!" Liang Yan was so anxious that she was crying. She wished she could break off her wrist now and help Huo Qingning. Huo Qingning, who was already mentally and physically exhausted, forced a smile. "After seeing what they did to you, I'm not in a good mood. The ransom... is not going to be given."
