However, seeing the sincerity in Hans and the others, a hint of satisfaction finally appeared on the man's face. Nodding, he said, "It's tough for all of us here, did you bring the money?"

"We did, we did, but we were in such a rush that we didn't bring much with us," Hans said as he began to search for money.

The man was unconcerned. "If you didn't bring a lot, you can transfer the funds. You do have a card to bind the account to, right?"

As he spoke, another scruffy man in black had already walked up to Hans with a Light Screen phone in hand. With rough fingers, he lightly slid across the projection from the Light Screen, and the image finally formed a three-dimensional code, slowly rotating in thin air...

Hans didn't hesitate. He took out his phone and started scanning the code, but he wasn't foolish. At the same time, he stealthily deleted two sets of card numbers with large funds and then casually transferred a hundred thousand. He acted as if he had no idea how much money was left in his account, then transferred another hundred thousand until a notification of insufficient balance popped up...

It was only then that Hans pretended to suddenly remember something. While swiping, he attempted to negotiate, "Sir, you can have all the money. But is there any chance you could let us go?"

The leader from before did not speak, but the middle-aged man with the Light Screen phone gave a cold laugh and said, "We only need the money. Your funds may satisfy us."

Hans sneered inwardly. To hell with satisfaction; you can never wake someone pretending to sleep or satisfy a picky customer. He understood this, and although the man hadn't given him a direct answer, Hans had to keep trying because by attempting, there was a chance. Without trying, even that one chance might slip away.

He was also aware that dealing with these scoundrels, you couldn't let them stay hungry, for then you'd never get away. Nor could you feed them too well, for if they were full, not only could you not leave, but they would also concoct ways to escalate their threats towards you and even your family. An amount that was just right could probe the depth of their intentions. If they were willing to release someone over that sum, then it was enough; more wouldn't help if they weren't willing to release you.

A total of 520,000 from two bank cards was all the amount Hans had transferred in three separate moments. "Sir, this is all the savings I have in my card, you see..."

While this money wasn't a small sum, and for a middle-aged man it was significant, the leader nodded and asked, "What about the others?"

"Two girls, what kind of money could they have?" Hans turned around, following the Looters' gaze and winked secretly at his companions... If Charlotte and Little Wu's wealth were to be exposed, then they'd be completely overturned. Unfortunately, due to the dim moonlight, they couldn't see Hans's expression. However, the cameraman and the technician stepped forward and transferred the amounts precisely at that moment.

The Looters clearly didn't intend to let Charlotte and Little Wu off the hook, "Now it's your turn, my two beautiful ladies," he said, approaching them like a gentleman with polite words.

Charlotte was quiet alright, her personality may be reserved, but she wasn't without determination. She shook her head directly to indicate she really didn't have money on her, it was just some pocket change from daddy. Charlotte obviously considered Hans as her daddy by now, causing the audience listening to the live broadcast in the vehicle to explode in a fresh round of comments.

Little Wu got the hint and instantly transformed from a mature and wise sister to a naive little sister, grabbing Charlotte's hand and said, "Sister, even if we had money, we wouldn't give it to him."

This tactic wasn't lacking in cleverness. Through her words, the crooks might really believe that the two were Hans's own flesh and blood, and any money would have come from their "dad," meaning if there was any, it would only be a small amount.

But what sort of people were the Desert Plunderers? They were too worldly and wide-traveled to be fooled by such tricks. Upon hearing this, they hissed with cold laughter, and in a twist of his body, one of them launched a kick with a loud bang! His strike was heavy, showing no mercy or sentimentality.

You should understand that this man was a fighter. Charlotte's small body couldn't withstand such a powerful kick. With one strike, Charlotte was kicked against the car door like a kite with its string cut, clutching her abdomen for a second before collapsing to her knees…

"You motherf**ker!" Hans, seeing what happened, burned with rage, his face flushed with suppressed anger. Just as he was about to step forward, he was forcefully pushed back by the barrels of four or five guns… His fists were crackling with anger...

The cameraman and the technician couldn't bear to look, but they didn't dare to step forward rashly. You couldn't be sure if the other party would turn on you the next second. Only a distressed Little Wu took a couple of steps to quickly help Charlotte up, "Hey, Charlotte, can you still move?"

Of course, Charlotte could move, but it was very difficult. She gently pushed Little Wu away, signaling her not to help, as support at that moment would only make the pain worse.

This was too real; no one expected the assailant to act so decisively and with absolutely no room for negotiation. But why was our warrior not yet here? It must have been 20 minutes since the signal was sent, right? In fact, not even ten minutes had passed, but time surely felt much longer to those subject to the anxiety of the situation.

"Girls, show your sincerity," the Looters clearly didn't want to waste any more time and continued to press forward.

Little Wu's gaze turned rare cold, even a fool could see that the other side had no intention of leaving any wiggle room, "No money."

"Hehe, good, very good…" The man pocketed his Light Screen phone and slowly brought out an automatic rifle.

"Stop."

It was Hans who spoke, and unexpectedly, this kindly hefty man finally showed his tough side. He snarled with a grin, "Want money, eh? I've got it."

The always aloof boss showed interest, "Didn't you say you were out?"

"Idiots, I was just messing with you," Hans went all in, cursing outright, dammit—he was a follower of Revenge Shadow Rider, when had he ever been so weak?

The boss didn't get angry, as he understood why Hans said that, it was because he was concerned about the safety of the person beside him, who might be his daughter, "I hope you are not lying."

"Of course not, but you have to agree to let them go first."

"How do we know this isn't just a stalling strategy?"

Hans quickly proved his sincerity with actions, transferring the money to a temporary account in the digital wallet and setting a 10-minute timer, after which the funds would revert back to the original account, and the transfer would require a password. His demand was to release everyone immediately, right now.

This amount of money finally made the boss hesitate for a while… but he still rejected Hans's proposal, "Your daughter is my biggest bargaining chip. I can release both men and even you, right?"

This was a twist of fate, now, even with a hundred mouths, Hans couldn't explain his way out. He was at a loss for words, and the more he was like this, the more the others believed he cared even more about those two girls.

"Make your choice, I don't have much time to wait for you." As the boss spoke, the man who had attacked Charlotte earlier took out his weapon again and chambered a round, clearly trying to exert further psychological pressure with his actions.

"Aren't you afraid that after firing the gun, you won't get a penny?"

"No, no, no, to correct you, you have another daughter."

For a moment, Hans was stunned… he truly didn't know how to get out of this situation. Paying the money meant these people certain to get away, but if he didn't, the weapon that the man was slowly raising was already aimed at Charlotte, who had just managed to stand up with a confused look in her eyes, and what was greeting her was the cold barrel of a loaded gun... Was this a direct death sentence for her?

Inside, he suddenly felt some pity; she had grievances, unwillingness, regrets she wanted to express, but in the face of death, all of these things seemed so pale as the countdown timer neared its end.

"Best to be forgiving when you have the chance; it's better to make a living amicably, right?"

Woo…

Through the vast sky and earth, as if by fate, a breeze blew, and a man appeared out of nowhere, his gun pointing forward, as if he had just materialized, yet as unchanging as an ancient rock standing under the crescent moon, his dark profile visible.

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