"Exchange? Why wouldn't we exchange?" one of the female drug lords yelled, "But first, you have to bring the person over."
Hearing what the female drug lord said, the other drug sellers chimed in, "That's right, you have to bring the person over first."
A hint of mockery flashed in Basil Jaak's eyes, could he not see that these people wanted to use him as a hostage? But since he had a hostage in his own hands, how could he be afraid of them? He immediately agreed, "No problem, I'm coming over."
Basil Jaak pressed his dagger against the man's lower back, and as he walked toward the drug sellers, he whispered with a chuckle, "We are now both grasshoppers on a string; my life depends on you."
"Hmph, you know what's good for you, so I advise you to be smart," the man sneered.
Seeing Basil Jaak actually walking over, Yetta Astir couldn't help but yell at him, "Basil Jaak, you bastard, come back here! Have you lost your mind?"
