"After that anonymous text message was sent again, saying this was only one-fifth of the total reward. As long as we finish this task, they would send us the remaining eight hundred thousand."
"For the money, we took the risk..."
"You have some nerve!" Bei Mo's hands were tightly clenched, his face dark, and if looks could kill, they would have died hundreds of times.
"Young Master Bei Mo, we were wrong..." The thug girls had no idea that Duke had such a good relationship with that ugly woman. If they had known, forget a million, they wouldn't dare even if offered ten million to plot against her.
"Hand over the phone!" Bei Mo ignored their apologies and directly reached out his hand.
He wanted to find someone to investigate today's kidnapping incident.
He wanted to see who had the audacity to touch his people!
"Young Master Bei Mo, here you go."
The thug girls hurriedly and respectfully handed over the phone.
