Soon, Xiayin had also gotten the address of Dufeng Finance and the person in charge's phone number.
"The person in charge is Du Haidong, an old hoodlum who got his start running an auto repair shop. He's worth tens of millions, has no partners, and owns the whole company himself."
Xiayin explained.
"The company's address is right here in Blackwater District, at 134 Elm Forest Street. It's next to the old furniture market."
"Should we make him let her go?" Russell picked his nose.
Xiayin shook her head.
"I brought it up, but he wants to set conditions. He says Lin's cousin owes them a hundred thousand. They won't let her go until they see the money."
"A hundred thousand? Why doesn't he just rob someone?" Madilan slapped the table.
"Forget it. I'll go there myself," Lin Sheng said with a frown.
"Don't be impulsive! They have firearms permits, and more than one of them!" Xiayin hurriedly tried to stop him. "Trust us, Coach Lin. We'll handle this."
"I'll call my uncle!" Madilan pulled out his phone, walked out, and started dialing.
A short while later, he came back inside.
"Du Haidong's got some nerve, huh? He won't even give my uncle face. He's budged, but he still wants fifty thousand."
Lin Sheng was about to say something, but Russell was getting worked up too.
"Coach Lin, you can't go. Even if you did, it wouldn't help. They have guns, and more than one. What are you going to do when you get there, kill them all?
"They won't even give Madilan's uncle face. People like that will keep coming after you unless you wipe them all out."
"That's right, Coach Lin. Don't be impulsive! It's not worth it!" Xiayin urged him too.
Lin Sheng fell silent.
It was true.