Chapter 130 Little Fifth Aunt

Aunt Wu bowed deeply to Manager Zhao with tears of gratitude, then looked through her contacts and called some of her friends.

But as Aunt Wu dialed the phone one call after another, the number of times the other end hung up became faster and faster. At the same time, Aunt Wu's face visibly turned ashen.

"How is it?" Manager Zhao asked, fiddling with his wristwatch, without even looking up.

"Let me try again... I'll try again..."

Aunt Wu's lips trembled as she repeated her words in a shaky voice.

Luo Jiayin noticed that this time, her fifth aunt had dialed the number at the very bottom of her phone's contact list.

After the call was made, the man in camouflage stepped forward, snatched the phone from Aunt Wu, turned on the speakerphone, and then held the phone to her mouth.

Hello...who is this?

"I am... Xiao Wu..." Aunt Xiao Wu stammered for a long time before finally managing to say, "You're Wen Hao, right? I'm Xiao Wu. I'm in trouble right now. Could you lend me some money?"

"Oh...you're that Fifth Aunt..." The person named Wenhao on the other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment before remembering that this person existed.

"Um, what's wrong? What trouble have you run into? How much do you need?"

Aunt Wu glanced at Manager Zhao and then said the figure of six million.

"Are you kidding me?" the person on the other end of the phone replied after a few seconds of silence.

Just as Aunt Wu was about to say something more, she heard a busy tone on the phone; the call had been disconnected.

Aunt Wu let out a loud cry and collapsed dejectedly to the ground.

She has already made twenty or thirty phone calls.

Her family said they had already emptied her pockets and told her to take care of herself, implying that whether she lived or died was none of their business.

When she told her that she needed to borrow money, none of her friends offered to help.

She's really finished this time... no one will save her.

Aunt Wu was plunged into utter despair, her eyes fixed on the ground.

"It looks like you can't go back." Manager Zhao's tone remained cold. "Since no one will help you pay, we'll have to collect your debt in our own way."

As Manager Zhao spoke, he stood up and casually closed the door.

Immediately afterwards, Manager Zhao ordered his men to move the group of people squatting by the window to the other side, and then the man in camouflage carried Aunt Wu to the window.

"What...what do you want to do?" Aunt Wu was startled, her eyes showing fear.

However, she was completely restrained by the man in camouflage and could not break free at all.

Manager Zhao looked at her with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the henchmen behind him immediately stepped forward and lined up by the window.

Luo Jiayin stood to the side, even her breathing was extremely careful.

At this moment, she had no intention of standing up for the wronged. In Luo Jiayin's view, it was only right to pay back debts.

Moreover, from the conversation between the man in camouflage and Manager Zhao after the man brought the person over and explained the situation, she vaguely heard that Aunt Wu was involved in gambling and that this was not the first time she had incurred debts.

So although Luo Jiayin felt sorry for her, she also believed that every pitiful person has something hateful about them, and that her current situation was entirely her own fault.

Luo Jiayin wasn't a saint; she was barely able to take care of herself, so why would she worry about others? Right now, she just wanted to minimize her presence.

"Have you had your physical condition checked since you got here?" Manager Zhao asked the man in camouflage.

"I've already had a medical check-up, and there are no problems. All the items are in good condition and usable," the man in camouflage nodded in response.

"Hmm—" Manager Zhao pushed up the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses and walked toward Aunt Xiao Wu with a long, drawn-out tone.

The man in camouflage immediately stepped forward, grabbed Aunt Wu, and pulled her forward.

Manager Zhao approached Aunt Xiao Wu and looked her up and down.

"The heart is worth 800,000, the eyes 200,000, the liver 1 million, and the kidneys are worth about 2 million. As for blood... I estimate I can only draw about 4,000 milliliters, which will cover the interest."

"For the remaining two million, with your looks, we'll give you 20,000 per brother, calculated per head."

"How about it? The price I, Zhao Yongbo, gave you is already quite reasonable, isn't it? Hehe..."

"It's been a long time since anyone... has received such a high offer from me..."

As Manager Zhao spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his gaze swept over Luo Jiayin.

Luo Jiayin felt Manager Zhao's fleeting glance at that point in the conversation, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Every word Manager Zhao spoke was like a heavy boulder, crashing into Luo Jiayin's ears, while the sentences formed by those "boulders" kept assaulting her mind.

Luo Jiayin felt a sense of fear and oppression spreading throughout her body, making it difficult for her to breathe freely.

She thought that her fifth aunt might suffer, or even be killed.

But she never expected that what awaited her fifth aunt was such inhumane torture.

This method is more painful than killing her outright.

"Ah! No!!!"

Aunt Wu screamed, stood up abruptly, rushed over and knelt down directly in front of Manager Zhao.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything you ask if you'll let me go!"

Aunt Wu was pale and almost fainted from crying.

"I'll pay you back! I'll go to the company, I'll become a telecom fraudster!!"

"I...I'll go and trick people from China, I'll definitely get the money! I really will pay you back, sob sob..."

Aunt Wu clung tightly to Manager Zhao's leg, pleading repeatedly, "Waaah...please...please..."

"The rules of northern Myanmar must be followed."

Manager Zhao remained unmoved and continued to speak coldly.

Seeing that Manager Zhao seemed to be losing patience, the man in camouflage dragged Aunt Wu back to the window.

"No...no!!" Aunt Wu shook her head, struggling desperately, looking like she was doing whatever it took.

A cruel smile appeared on the man in camouflage. He then grabbed Aunt Wu's hair and forcefully slammed her head against the iron bars of the window.

"Ah—!!" The man in camouflage struck with considerable force, and blood instantly flowed from Aunt Wu's head.

"Please let me go!"

Aunt Wu struggled and wailed, never imagining that she would end up like this.