East Ocean Pier, ten o'clock.
Lu Qing arrived at the pier alone. The surroundings were dim, the lighthouse occasionally flashed, and the cold wind howled, freezing enough to stiffen one's nose.
10:05.
Ouyang Yan appeared with his men. Lu Qing's face was ice-cold:
"Where are they?"
"No need to rush, Young Master Lu. Once the money is in place, you'll naturally see them."
Lu Qing replied indifferently:
"Hold on, the money you're asking for is too much—it needs a truck to transport it."
"Lu Qing, don't play games with me!"
"I'm here in person, what are you afraid of?"
Ouyang Yan signaled, and Qin Miaomiao and Little Sixth were pushed forward. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their mouths covered with clear tape. The moment Qin Miaomiao saw Lu Qing, her eyes lit up.
"Where's the money?"
Lu Qing snapped his fingers. A vehicle drove over—a fully loaded truck that looked particularly... ostentatious.
