Out of the four men, the one who came last, a somewhat overweight middle-aged man, panted and said, "Run, run my ass. You've worn me out. Whoever the hell is looking for me, I am Brother Biao. You've got guts, little boy, running all so fast."
Cousin Song Yonghui said, "Brother Biao, no need for beating around the bush. Are you after the money or our lives? If you can let my sister and me go, the money is yours. Otherwise…"
The fat-faced Brother Biao responded, "Or what? Are you trying to revolt on your own? Get him, boys, let's see if he talks tough in a while!"
Song Yonghui quickly took out the dollar bills that Su Xiaowan had handed him earlier and said, "Stop! If you dare to come closer, I'll throw these dollars into the river, leaving you empty-handed. If you're not going to let us off, then you won't get a dime."
