7:00 AM.
Yuhu District.
Zhong Hailong took breakfast from the courier guy's hands, tossed it on the table, and called his two accomplices to get up for food.
The two grumbled as they got up, rubbed their eyes, glanced at the hostage, then sat around the table.
The youngest, Wu Wei, while unwrapping the breakfast bag, said, "Why not just kill him? It's safer to go somewhere else and deal with them there."
Hearing his words, the teenager tied up in the burlap sack on the floor struggled desperately.
"How can we take the gold if we go somewhere else? What do we do when the stink gets out if we kill him?" Zhang Xindong, the leader, an old hand at prison life, grabbed an oil stick and wolfed it down.
Wu Wei first downed a bowl of soy milk, then ate the oil stick, saying, "Then just take Bitcoin, put the body in lime."
