After several hours had passed, many of the Three Murders Gang members entered the secret room. They then asked the new hostages to write a letter to their families.
When it was Gongsun Wuxie's turn, it seemed like she had only been here for a short while. "Uncle, please let me off!" Gongsun Wuxie pleaded with tearful eyes. She then revealed a pitiful look, like a helpless little lamb.
The person in front of her was a forty-year-old middle-aged man. He was sizing her up with an evil look. He saw that Gongsun Wuxie was beautiful, lovely, and young. Moreover, as she wore such a pitiful look on her face, it only made her even more lovable in his eyes.
"Little beauty, if you kiss me, I will let you off! How about that?" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and wanted to stroke Gongsun Wuxie's fair and smooth cheeks with it.
Gongsun Wuxie shrank back and spoke amid sobs, "Uncle, no! My family is wealthy, and they can offer you any amount that you want!"
