"What?!" Song Shaochun stood there in shock. Then, he shouted angrily, "Where is the real receipt?"

Song Huaiqian continued, "I don't have it with me, but if I go there in person I can get the money in exchange for being your hostage and going abroad with you."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Old Song, no!" Qi Xuefeng stopped him from behind.

Song Huaiqian is a high-level talent of the country. One person is worth several regiments. If something happens to him, the country will suffer a great loss.

Cheng Jingmo was also shocked, but he quickly regained his composure and waited for the opportunity.

Song Shaochun hesitated.

He suspected fraud, but the temptation of the money was too great.

The enemy agent shouted anxiously, "Song Shaochun! Leave here first! There will be plenty of money later!"

Before Song Shaochun was eleven years old, he had no clothes to wear, no food to eat, and no bed to sleep on. He was sold from one human trafficker to another and felt insecure inside.

He was afraid of the poor days and the life of being dominated by others.

As long as he had money, he could escape from this kind of life.

Despite repeated persuasion from the enemy agents, he still said to Song Huaiqian, "Come here!"

He had lived with Song Huaiqian for so many years and knew that Song Huaiqian was just a scholar and had no skills at all.

There is not much difference between holding Song Huaiqian hostage and holding this woman hostage.

"If you dare to plot again, I will kill you with this gun!" he warned again.

Song Huaiqian took a deep breath and said, "I'll come over."

He walked towards Song Shaochun with steady steps.