Jiang Xiaoti's emotions were incredibly complicated at this moment as she frantically explained, "Big brother, I'm just a D-list celebrity barely getting by. All my bank cards combined can only scrape together fifty thousand. Half a million—you're basically asking for my life!"
Her eyes were red, and exaggeratedly, tears streamed down in four distinct lines as she cried her heart out with a genuine and emotional performance of poverty.
But Hu Yaoji wasn't buying it—he was in the business of robbery, not charity. "I hate it when women cry. Either pay up or die. Your choice!"
Jiang Xiaoti, who had been kneeling rigidly up till now, turned ashen and collapsed into a sitting position on the ground.
Hu Yaoji wasn't joking—when he told Jiang Xiaoti to die, he meant every word.
He pulled the trigger, and Jiang Xiaoti was again scared out of her wits. "No! Please, no!"
"Wait!" Li Haidong shouted, stopping Hu Yaoji just in time. "I'll pay this girl's ransom."
