"What do you mean by that? I have no idea what you're talking about?"
Feng Lin was also somewhat surprised; it turned out that Gu Ya was this close to him.
He suspected that she was an Ancient Martial Artist.
He couldn't help but feel that their chance encounter might have been deliberate on her part.
"Shut the hell up! Gu Ya, five million, and you're free to go once the money is paid!"
Brother Yang casually waved the machete, pointing at Gu Ya and commanded.
"Gu Ya, you're my goddess. Just pay up, and I swear I won't let the boss hurt you." The skinny guy said with a smile, "After all, five million isn't much to you."
"What if I don't pay?"
Gu Ya's expression became serious. She looked around; there was nothing but wilderness, no chance of seeking help.
"If you don't pay, then we'll just have to have our way with you," Brother Yang said, clicking his tongue, "Staying calm in front of you took a lot of restraint on our part."
