In the Dragon King Temple, Gu Qian sat on the ground, cold sweat streaming down as she watched the man with the butcher knife pacing back and forth. She instinctively curled up into a ball, her whole body trembling.
"A hundred million, hahaha, how much money is a hundred million?" Xue San was so excited he could almost jump up. "I've never seen so much money in my life. Brother, we're going to strike it rich."
The other two people quickly came over to curry favor with him upon seeing his excitement. "Third Brother, do you really think Mo Beichen would pay a hundred million to ransom this woman?"
"Of course, didn't you see what people said on Weibo? This woman is his Achilles' heel. If he doesn't pay to ransom her, we'll chop off her hand and send it to him. I don't believe he wouldn't be heartbroken upon seeing this woman's hand." Xue San's sinister gaze fell on Gu Qian, and she instinctively shrank back again.
