Watching his injured subordinate, Xu Hui felt a bit desperate.
He could sense that this guy who suddenly burst out possessed overwhelming strength; he simply couldn't break free. Moreover, his shooting skills made Xu Hui feel utterly outmatched; all efforts to take this guy down had failed.
"Friend, let's talk." When brute force didn't work, Xu Hui opted for bribery.
"What about?" Yang Fan responded sharply and succinctly.
"I have no grudges against you, just let me go, name your price, how much money do you want?"
Yang Fan didn't move much, his gun-holding hand still aimed at Xu Hui's head, his eyes changing as they focused on him: "That's an interesting proposal."
Hearing these words, a glimmer of hope for survival appeared in Xu Hui's eyes, while next to him, Yang Huiru's previously improved opinion of Yang Fan instantly collapsed—turns out this kid was also someone who'd turn greedy at the sight of money.
