Is it that wealthy families have good feng shui?
Are the children raised here more courageous?
"Will being afraid be of any use?" An Ci met his gaze fearlessly and raised an eyebrow. "Can you please let us go?"
The man said nothing.
"That man asked you to help him catch someone without telling you anything, which means he doesn't care about your life or death at all. Maybe when the matter is exposed, he will push you out to take the blame and become his scapegoat." An Ci continued.
Erpang swallowed his saliva, feeling a little panicked. He subconsciously looked at his eldest brother, "Brother, that guy won't really drag us down as scapegoats, right?"
They thought that the person they caught was at most a child from a wealthy family and they could make a quick buck from him, but they didn't expect that this mixed-blood bastard was actually the son of an earl.
The earl's son, his two brothers' heads are not enough to be chopped off.
"There's still room for maneuver in this matter." An Ci observed their expressions and continued, "I have a way that will allow you to get the money and keep you safe."
Erpang asked anxiously, "What's the solution?"
Seeing that the fish was about to take the bait, An Ci continued to cast the bait, "Have you heard of the Song family in the imperial capital?"
Erpang said, "There are so many people with the surname Song, how would I know who it is..."
The man interrupted him and looked at An Ci inquiringly, "Are you talking about the Song family of the Song Group?"
Finally, there was someone who understood, saving her the trouble of explaining. An Ci nodded, "The president of the Song Group is my father."
“…”
The man was stunned, and cold sweat began to appear on Erpang's back.
Did they catch three bombs?
If you're not careful, they'll be blown to pieces.
An Ci struck while the iron was hot and said, "Since that man doesn't care about your lives, he did it on the first day and you do it on the fifteenth. You send us back, and I'll tell my dad that you saw injustice and saved us from that candied haws seller. I'll give you double what he promised you. That way, you can put the blame on him and get more money. This deal is a sure win."
Erpang's eyes lit up. The idea proposed by the little bastard was quite good.
He began to waver. "You really won't hold us accountable?"
"No." An Ci said, "You didn't hurt us, and you helped us escape from that man's clutches. Why should I hold you accountable?"
It has to be said that An Ci's words had a firm grip on Erpang's mentality. He just wanted to make some money and didn't want to hurt anyone's life.
"Brother, what this little bastard said makes sense. Why don't we listen to her?" Erpang looked at the man, waiting for his decision.
The man frowned in thought, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff, with smoke billowing out.
The car windows were closed, the smoke couldn't dissipate, and An Ci was choked and coughed.
Shen Mo looked at her, his eyes full of worry.
"Ahem." An Ci coughed until his face flushed red. He looked at the easily fooled Erpang and said pitifully, "Uncle Erpang, could you please open the window?"
Erpang gave her a strange look and muttered, "Children are trouble."
He said something disgusting, but he still reached out and pressed the button to roll down the window.
This road is sparsely populated, so it's no big deal to open the window.
Seeing that the man remained silent, An Ci did not urge him. Pressing him too hard would only backfire.
After a moment, the man put out his cigarette, looked at An Ci deeply, then turned around, started the car and left.
Erpang was anxious, "Brother, are you really going to hand them over to that guy?"
"Shut up." The man glanced at him, hesitated for a few seconds at the fork in the road ahead, and then chose the path on the left.
Erpang was stunned for a moment, then let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
An Ci saw the change in Erpang's expression through the rearview mirror, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as they don't fall into the hands of the man selling candied haws, they still have a chance of survival.
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Villa No. 1.
The atmosphere in the living room was depressing and heavy.
The sofa was full of people. An Lan leaned against Song Xiunian with a worried look on her face, every nerve on her face was tense.
Song Xiunian whispered, "Don't worry, we know what that man looks like and we'll be able to catch him soon."
Shi Che checked the surveillance footage. Although they saw the appearance of the man selling candied haws, the surveillance footage did not capture the black van that the bodyguards mentioned, so they could only look for the man selling candied haws first.
Shi Che shifted his gaze from the computer and said in a deep voice, "That van must have a fake license plate. It didn't take the main road, probably to avoid surveillance."
An Lan was restless and grabbed Song Xiunian's hand. Her palm was frighteningly cold. "If they want money, why haven't they called yet? Xiunian, have something happened to Zizi and the others?"
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