Xia Pengpeng shifted her body, and the gun muzzle instantly pointed at her head!
"Alright," Xia Pengpeng nodded.
"Bring the phone over!" Brother Yong commanded.
"Hold on," Xia Pengpeng interrupted.
Brother Yong was taken aback, thinking: Could this woman be trying to pull some trick?
"You've tied me up for so long, my arm has been sore forever, and my wrist is injured. How can you say you're handing me over unharmed?"
Brother Yong looked up at Xia Pengpeng's arm.
The rope had already chafed her skin raw, bloody and torn. There was no telling if it had reached the bone.
Her skin was already delicate, and it looked even more gruesome now.
"Loosen the rope for her, gently, ah, don't hurt our Little Wealth God," he instructed.
Someone began to untie Xia Pengpeng, and she suddenly felt a surge of sharp pain!
Her entire body had been numb just moments before, and now as the blood started flowing again, she felt the pain.
