"Hehehe, no wonder. Then there's nothing to be done. Since your family is unwilling to pay the ransom, you've become completely worthless. I'll kill you ahead of schedule," the leader said casually.
Tom was terrified and begged loudly, "No, no, no! Don't kill me! I'll find a way. Let me go back. I have the authority to mobilize company funds. I'll definitely get you the money."
The kidnapper leader shook his head. "Too troublesome. There's no need. Someone, drag him out and kill him."
"But before you die, you'll understand one thing. Your beautiful young wife only wanted your money. She never cared whether you lived or died. Maybe once you're dead and she gets the inheritance, she'll live even more freely."
Two burly men came over and dragged Tom outside. Tom begged loudly, clawing desperately at the ground in hopes of surviving. The other hostages trembled in fear at the sight. If their ransoms did not arrive, they would meet the same fate.
The door opened, and the two burly men dragged Tom out. The moment they stepped through the doorway, their bodies suddenly froze, as though they had been struck by a Body-Fixing Spell. They could not move at all. A closer look would reveal a silver needle lodged in each of their necks.
Tom was still struggling with all his strength. He suddenly broke free, but he did not dare move recklessly and lay on the ground in confusion.
The people in the room sensed that something was wrong and all looked toward the doorway. At that moment, a figure flashed in—it was Jiang Hao. He put away the Iron Blood Equipment, drew two pistols, and fired into the room without hesitation.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Firing with both hands, Jiang Hao moved with incredible