After saying that, their attack became even more intense, with baseball bats flying fiercely in their hands, hitting Yu Haipeng's body, legs, and head again and again.

"ah……"

Yu Haipeng was quickly beaten until his head was covered in blood, and several of his bones were broken.

As he dodged, his phone flew out of his hand.

Then, the other person got out of the car and picked up his phone!

I don't know how it was done, but they cracked the password in no time and saw what was inside.

The leader of the biker gang raised an eyebrow. "Wow, this is pretty exciting. I didn't expect Mr. Yu to be so vigorous. These kinds of photos are not easy to take."

"Boss Yu is indeed impressive. I wonder how much these photos would be worth if sold to reporters?"

Those people were playing with his phone, laughing arrogantly. "I bet a lot of people are interested in these photos."

Thinking about the contents of his phone, Yu Haipeng's already bloodshot face became even more grim.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and said, "What exactly do you want?"

These photos absolutely must not be leaked, otherwise he will never be able to show his face in high society again.

"Just give me back my phone! I'll give you whatever money you want."

"Okay, that's straightforward." The man waved his baseball bat and said in a roguish manner, "I'm sure you know how embarrassing it is if these photos get out. In that case, you might as well buy them."

"..."

Yu Haipeng knew he was being blackmailed.

However, what he didn't know was whether the other party had come with premeditation or he was simply unlucky to be targeted by these thugs.

“I can give you the money,” Yu Haipeng said through gritted teeth, “but you can’t delete anything from inside. You have to ensure my phone remains intact.”

Upon hearing this, the other party immediately burst into laughter, saying, "I didn't realize Boss Yu was so narcissistic, taking pictures of his naked body and admiring them every night, and he can't bear to delete them."

The other party's unrestrained laughter made Yu Haipeng's face turn bright red.

How much money do you actually want?

The photos on his phone included not only passionate pictures of Yu Haipeng and Gao Yueping, but also materials sent to him by reporters.

He was asked to post it online to smear Yu Guanguan.

So, no matter what, we have to get the phone back.

"Since you treasure it so much, I'll give you a million," the other party said casually.

One million?

Upon hearing this, Yu Haipeng's eyes widened immediately, and he blurted out, "Why don't you just rob it?"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, the other party not only didn't get angry, but instead laughed triumphantly, "We're just robbing you, so are you going to give it to us or not?"

After saying that, he stabbed Yu Haipeng in the knee with the stick again, causing him to curl up in pain.

“I…” he wailed in anguish, “I don’t have that much cash.”

The Yu family's business plummeted after Quan Jingzhou turned against them.

Let alone a million, even a hundred thousand would be something Yu Haipeng would have to scrape together from various sources to come up with.

That's why he came out to negotiate with Yu Guanguan, hoping she would give the name of that charity program to Yu Ziling.

Once Yu Ziling becomes a sensation, she can become a big star, and countless sums of money will flow into her home.

"No money?"

Upon hearing this, the group immediately let out a series of cold laughs. "Since that's the case, then we brothers won't hold back."