In a San Francisco hotel, Wu Yan gripped the phone as he negotiated with the person on the other end. "I'm warning you: release our people immediately. And if they've been injured, you must compensate us for their medical expenses and emotional distress."
"You really want money without any shame! If you hadn't gone looking for Boss Luo last night, not one cent less than fifty thousand dollars. But since you're refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, it's one hundred thousand now. No hundred thousand, then we'll see each other in court."
"See each other in court? Fine. Twenty-four hours are almost up. Once they are, we'll report it to the police ourselves. We'll get to the bottom of this and fight to the bitter end."
"..."
Wu Yan's tone was exceedingly tough, but fine beads of sweat covered his face.
Because none of those words had been his own idea!
After they returned last night, Li Ye had written Wu Yan a whole sheet of "negotiation essentials" in advance. Every sentence on it had made Wu Yan's heart pound in terror.
"Li Ye, they won't tear up the ticket, will they? Those are people we brought out here. No matter how worthless they are, we still have to bring them back."
"Don't worry. If they take the initiative to contact us, it means they're afraid."
"What if they don't contact us first?"
"Then I'll spend a million on legal fees and take them to court. Trust me, Wu Yan. On this land of the lighthouse, money can make millstones push ghosts. We didn't actually break the law, so why the hell should we be afraid of them?"
"..."
Although Ilena had said this matter would be difficult, that had only been an assessment of whether it was