Lin Zhijie laughed heartily, "I thought it was something serious; turns out it's just this! With the new year approaching, it's tough to be without money. How about this—I personally donate a hundred thousand to you brothers, how does that sound?"
The muscular man in the middle chuckled and clapped Lin Zhijie on the shoulder, "Brother, you really know how it's done, eh? We're not unreasonable people—since you're so easy to talk to, naturally, we won't make things difficult for you."
A thinner man next to him continued, "You two leave one person here and the other goes to withdraw money; we'll wait here for you. Rest assured, we are from Flame Hall and we definitely honor our promises!"
Leave someone as a hostage? Lin Zhijie furrowed his brows slightly, "Brother, how about this, can I make a transfer instead? Look at the time—it's past banking hours already!"
