Sang Qian turned to look at the man with the scar on his forehead behind her, "Let me see my daughter first. Whatever amount of money you want, I can give it to you."
"In this business, it's all about trust, do you think I'd take your money?" The man scoffed, "Just let them tie you up; it'll save you the pain and suffering too."
Silently, Sang Qian surveyed the surroundings, calculating the odds of defeating them and how she might escape with her daughter after bringing them down.
"I know you have some skills, but can you beat this?" The scarred man said as he pulled a gun from his waist, extended his arm, and pointed it at Sang Qian's back.
A sudden sink in Sang Qian's chest; they actually knew she was skilled in martial arts, which meant her opponents were fully prepared.
In a disadvantageous situation, the best tactic was to conserve strength.
She offered no resistance as they tied her hands behind her back.
