"Sounds nice, but would you dare not give it to me?"
Wang Yi sneered.
Mr. Shu didn't argue with her. He turned around and walked toward the building next to the theater. Until the supplies arrived, neither he nor Wang Yi could leave this square area.
"Where are you going?"
Wang Yi incessantly pursued with questions.
"Of course, to demand ransom from their family. If I go easy on them now, it'll be me who suffers later."
Wang Yi raised her eyebrows with a hint of realization, "You plan to use them to make up for this loss. How much are you asking them to pay?"
"Ninety percent."
Mr. Shu's nasolabial folds deepened in the darkness.
...
The distant mountains outlined themselves from the horizon, their edges still clinging to the remnants of night.
