Wen Zeyu pointed at Jin Ye, who was sitting on the ground with his hands and feet bound, and continued the order.
"Yes, boss."
In a few breaths, Jin Ye was untied from the ropes binding his hands and feet.
One of the strong men pulled out a 20 cm long knife from the waistband of his trousers and threw it in front of Jin Ye's feet.
"I'll give you ten minutes to hurry up. Don't forget that you have to kill Tong Yiqing before I can let you go." Without saying a word, Wen Zeyu led two strong men out of the room and locked the door.
In the room, Jin Ye quickly untied the rope binding He Xiang's hand.
He Xiang immediately said: "Master, if I die in exchange for your life, my old bones only have a few years to live, so it's worth it."
"Steward He, I have worked hard for you these years. You have taken care of me for so many years, and I really can't do anything anymore."
"I promised your grandpa to take good care of you. Now that you are in trouble, I must let you leave here alive!"
He Xiang is as kind as his name. He always thinks about others and never thinks about himself.
"If the Black Bats can search here as soon as possible, we'll be fine."
"Master, I'm afraid this is Wen Zeyu's base camp, and those fifty Black Bats can't rescue us at all."
At this point, He Xiang regretted that he had only brought fifty members of the Black Bat team.
Then he said: "And he only gives you ten minutes."
Jin Ye's brain was racing rapidly. After a few breaths, he smiled strangely and said in a low voice: "Butler He, I have a way."
"What can we do?" A glimmer of hope appeared in He Xiang's eyes.
"That's it...that's it..." Jin Ye put his face close to He Xiang's ear and whispered.
…
Ten minutes passed in an instant.
When Wen Zeyu opened the door, He Xiang had fallen to the ground, covered in blood.
"Not bad, cruel enough."
Although he said so, Wen Zeyu looked at Jin Ye with contempt.
Then he said: "You two, take him out and throw him into the sea to feed the fish."