In the car.
When I saw Brother Liu's uniform, I immediately grew curious. "Brother Liu, did you get promoted?"
He looked smug. "Ten years of bad luck, a dragon trapped in a well-then one lucky break, and I soared into the clouds. If I hadn't been promoted, could I have gotten you out?"
I asked him about the money Song Xiaotian had given him, then asked how much he had taken.
He held up five fingers.
I couldn't help sucking in a breath, then snapped, "Five hundred thousand! You gouged one of your own for that much? Aren't you afraid you'll burst your stomach?"
He chuckled. "I finally clawed my way this far. Shouldn't I make a little more for retirement? In all of Lanjiang City, who besides me would dare take you away?"
"Think about it. Honestly, there's something wrong with your head, going onto a plane and saying there's a bomb. How about I send you straight to a psychiatric hospital?"
"Send me wherever you should," I said irritably.
Back when Meng Yifan had been taken to the station, Song Xiaotian had refused to let me give Brother Liu money, no matter what.
I hadn't expected him to break his own principles to save me now, even letting himself get fleeced for so much.
Since we were brothers...
How about I just don't pay him back?
Brother Liu escorted me the whole way, taking me to a secluded little road.
After I got out, he drove straight off.
A car was waiting ahead. Seventh Master stood outside it with Xiuzhu in his arms, and its door was open.
As soon as I walked over, two people got out.
One was my wife, An Ning, and the other was my senior martial brother, Shi Xiu.
"We're short on time,"