Chen Shuhui can clearly feel his nervousness.

She looked carefully at the three people opposite.

A thin and tall man, over 1.8 meters tall, had a casual expression on his face.

A short and fat man weighing about 200 pounds stared at them, and his face always had a smile on his face, but this smile made people feel a little creepy.

There is a man who looks very ordinary, without saying a word, but stares at them with a pair of dead fish-like eyes, as if they are not living creatures.

Chen Shuhui is used to watching bad people. He can see that the three people opposite him and the bald gangster are of two levels.

The bald man must have done a lot of immoral things, but the kidnapping is not skilled. This may be the first time.

The three people on the opposite side are different. I don’t know how many lives there are to cultivate this temperament.

She also became cautious.

But Zheng Jingwang's current status cannot be postponed.

Chen Shuhui suddenly whispered to her bald head: "Help me save my uncle." I will give you 300,000 yuan."

The bald man had a meal with his brothers around him.

The bald hands were clenched tighter, and the eyes were struggling.

"Ah." Chen Shuhui sneered: "How many brothers have you beaten? Are you playing? Five people can't beat three of them, and they don't even dare to fight! Do you dare to come out? You deserve to be fooled by others!"

This verdict angered the bald man. He had been in a coma for a long time. He had never been as embarrassed as he is today!

"Two million". He lowered his voice again and said, "300,000 people, are you sending beggars?"

"Five Million". Chen Shuhui bargained.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to agree, but that it’s not good to agree to such a thing too quickly. Bald people will feel that they have suffered losses, but they are hesitant.

"Two million, two lives, nothing to say!" "I don't think these people will let you go," he said quickly. "They will definitely tear the tickets after receiving the money. I'm your way of life!"

"One million, no more!" Chen Shuhui said.

After thinking for a while, one million was a number he didn't dare to think about in the past.

"Okay, deal!"

Bald, he told his younger brother next to him to start.

The person who was originally cold on the opposite side suddenly looked at Chen Shuhui and smiled.

The tall and thin man took out a gun from his waist and loaded a bullet. He looked at Chen Shuhui and smiled and said, "One million yuan cannot buy the lives of our three brothers."

The other two men pulled out their guns, loaded bullets, and aimed at Hua Zhaohe's bald head.

Chen Shuhui's heart sank.

The bald man took a step back and hid behind Chen Shuhui.

"Either go out or die. You only have three seconds to choose." The tall and thin man.

Then he began to count: "One, two..."

"Let's go, let's go, don't count!"

They have guns!

The bald man finally admitted that the other party could not be irritated, retreated quickly, left the yard in a few seconds, and successfully closed the door.

"Suggestion". The average-looking man took his gun back and said.

"Brother, you shouldn't let them go. Kill them." The fat man smiled.

"Don't create complications." The tall man looked at Chen Shuhui and said, "We have more important things to do."

The three of them immediately looked at Chen Shuhui at the same time.

Zheng Jingwang also looked at Chen Shuhui with a frown. He hurt her!

"Pay as much as you want. Don't hurt my granddaughter!" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, that feels so good." The fat man said: "Let's start with two million."

Another two million years.

Chen Shuhui looked at these three people. Why can't these people get two million?

...

The bald men who left were also thinking about the two million.

"Brother, are we leaving like this?" My brother looked at the yard in the distance and said reluctantly.
Chapter completed!