How could Ye Zhiqiu and his group possibly mess around with them?
In the eyes of Ye Zhiqiu's group, the lives of these few mutts were dirt cheap; they could never compare to themselves.
"Don't move, all of you stay down, or I'll kill you several." Lin Zhenghui, holding a fruit knife, pointed it at the several dogs that Caiting and her friends had subdued.
He thought to himself in shock, "My, my, could these three beauties be bodyguards from Zhongnanhai? That's impressive."
"What exactly do you want?" Their hands were tied behind their backs, and it was painful.
With just a little bit of force, they could dislocate their joints, so they didn't dare move recklessly.
"We were wrong, let us go, and we'll act as if nothing had happened. We'll also compensate you with eighty thousand Yuan; how does that sound?"
"Don't rush, let's wait until our people arrive before we discuss this."
"100,000 Yuan, can't go any higher!"
