"Just say what you mean! No need to beat around the bush with me." Hao Dahai interrupted Chen Tianlong, thinking it was all unnecessary nonsense.
Chen Tianlong still kept his hat brim low, crossing one leg over the other naturally, resting his right hand on his leg, with eyes under the hat constantly staring at Hao Dahai across from him.
After all, they hardly knew each other, and Hao Lao Ye would definitely not recognize his voice.
"What do you think your son is worth?" Chen Tianlong suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?"
Hao Dahai's heart instinctively sank, fearing exactly what was coming.
"Your son is now a fugitive, easy to find, and if the police catch and sentence him, your losses won't be just a few million; this incident is no small matter. Even if it didn't result in death, it's still attempted murder, and no amount of money will help."
