The fat henchman stopped eating peanuts, his eyes darting around as he sidled up to the tattooed man and lowered his voice. "Boss, we've already kidnapped him. How about making some money first, before we get down to business?"
The tattooed man's face darkened, and he shoved him away. "Don't fucking wag your tail at the first scrap of meat! The boss is waiting to use him. This brat's life is worth more than money. When Shen Wangjing brings the stuff to trade for him, that's when we'll get the real money!"
The fat henchman didn't dare say another word. He backed off and stuffed peanuts into his mouth, but his eyes kept straying toward Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun noticed, sniffed, and continued, "Actually, the person you're waiting for isn't coming at all."
His voice sank, helpless, as though he had given up on everything. "His mother was trafficked to Shiban Village by you people back then. He hates you to the bone. You think he'd hand those things over for someone he's known for less than six months?"
"Kill me right in front of him, and at most his eyes will redden a little. Then he'll turn around and hand the evidence to the police. Using me to threaten him-you bet on the wrong bargaining chip from the start."
The buzz-cut man's expression shifted several times. He walked over to the tattooed man and whispered a few words in his ear.
The tattooed man frowned. "Stop listening to his bullshit. This little brat's tongue is like a knife. Go gag him."
The thin henchman tossed aside his peanut shells and came over with a roll of tape.
Jiang Xun shrank to one side, muttering urgently under his breath, "I just think you're getting a raw deal! You risk your