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"Hello, is this Zhang Xiaomeng?" On the other end of the line, the African ringleader spoke in broken English.
"Listen to this woman's voice, do you recognize it?"
In a dense forest with a few small tents erected, a woman was placed here, and at this moment the man called Old Lu suddenly slapped Murong Yu across the face.
Murong Yu instantly let out whimpers of crying.
"Xiaomeng, don't come, these people are crazy, they have guns, they have bombs." She wanted to shout out, but her mouth was gagged.
Zhang Xiaomeng could naturally recognize that it was Murong Yu's crying, but to keep these people steady, he still spoke up, "Alright, what do you want?"
The African leader laughed, "Zhang Xiaomeng, you're a straightforward man."
"I want your formula for the skin whitening cream."
"Also, prepare two million in unsequential old bills for me."
