Ye Qiu's icy words sent a chill down Schiller's spine, he was in a frenzy!
His gaze darted around, suddenly he saw a large bag in James's arms. Earlier, he saw it filled with money. Originally, he was wary of Americans a bit, but now, at a life and death moment, he couldn't care less!
"You, give me your bag!" Schiller was not so polite when facing James, his tone was completely cold and faintly carried a murderous intent. If it weren't for this guy saying Ye Qiu was a Chinese millionaire, he wouldn't have offended Ye Qiu.
"Sir, we are Americans, we've already paid the ransom, you can't do this." The fifty thousand US Dollars were most of James's assets. Daring to venture here for business, James was not truly a wealthy man.
"Damn American!" Thinking of being fooled by James, Schiller's face turned fierce, with a bang, he shot James directly in the thigh.
James lay on the ground screaming, the bag in his hand already snatched by Schiller.
