As they descended the mountain, Lu Jianshen led Nan Xi by the hand.
Her hand was small and soft, feeling exceptionally delicate and comfortable in his palm.
Watching their retreating figures, one of the underlings stepped forward and asked, "Brother Wu, are we really letting them go?"
"Let them."
Wu Peng's face was cold as he spat out the word.
Then, another person approached, "Brother Wu, will Mr. Lu really give us the remaining twenty million?"
"I don't know," Wu Peng said.
"Ah, Brother Wu, what should we do? Don't worry, just give the order and we'll grab them back immediately."
Wu Peng turned around, and harshly patted the man's head, "Blockhead, it's come to this, what's there to grab?"
"Didn't you hear what that surname Lu said? If we don't let his wife go, he'll have us spending money in the underworld."
