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"Brother, our bar is not a vegetable market where you can come and go as you please!" The bar owner stepped out, a cigar pinched between his fingers.
At this moment, Bei Yiyi was wrapped in a blanket, enveloped as tightly as a mummy with only her head and a pair of feet exposed, held closely in Wu Yao's embrace.
The hotel owner squinted, scrutinizing Wu Yao from head to toe, immediately understood, and laughed, "This woman is definitely not your sister. You and your girlfriend had a fight, so you dumped her here, right?"
Wu Yao furrowed his brows.
This woman was not his girlfriend. But he couldn't be bothered to explain.
Wu Yao might have come out without bodyguards, and taking on ten men wasn't a problem for him. However, with Bei Yiyi in his arms, it obviously wasn't the time to show off his fighting skills.
"One million!"
"You want to buy her freedom?"
"Too little for you?" Wu Yao didn't hesitate for a second, "Then make it ten million!"
