That Brother Yong was feeling smug.
With a flick of his wrist, he had 5,000 yuan in hand. Even if the ransom wasn't secured, the escape money was ready.
Da Hei had already taken people to drive the old man and old lady up the mountain, estimating that news would come back tonight.
Once the old man and old lady were disposed of, he'd be relieved; at least the incident wouldn't be traced back to him.
The rest was about securing the ransom tomorrow.
He needed to think hard about how to both easily make his getaway and get the money.
Ever since he'd heard that Song Moting was involved, he'd already planned.
From today on, he would never show his face in these matters, withdraw as far as possible, survival was key.
In case of an accident, he'd make a quick escape.
Preserve the green hills, and there will always be firewood to burn.
With Fang Xiaohui's backing, there would always be ways to make money.
Of course, the premise was not being caught by Song Moting.
