"The conditions—" Mo Liancheng hesitated.
There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, but what conditions should he propose? He hadn't decided yet. Involuntarily, his gaze shifted to Duan Lao who had walked over to a sofa to sit down, toying with a gun in his other hand, "There are a few conditions. The first one is that my wife and I are friends invited by Mr. Duan. Of course, we would not want to see anything happen to him."
There was a lengthy pause on the other end of the phone.
The man agreed, "Fine, I won't touch him anymore."
Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, he was quite curious to know, "I have a question, is Qu Ruhua in your hands, and why don't you use her to threaten us? We might just release the prisoner if threatened."
"..." The man didn't answer, remaining silent.
"Haha!!" Mo Liancheng laughed again, then abruptly the laughter stopped and his voice turned cold, "Angering us—the consequences are very grave."
