When the man whom Lu Bancheng had kicked twice heard that statement, he laughed out loud. His eyes were brimming with disdain as he said, "People in our line of work hear this a lot. Do you seriously think we'd ever believe you?"
"That's true, my word is no good, so you can't rely on a verbal agreement…" Lu Bancheng contemplated for two seconds before changing his approach and saying, "Why not I give you the phone number of my secretary? You can call him now and personally tell him how much you want. I'll have him bring the cash over immediately and, when he arrives, you can release her after you have the money. How does that sound?"
"That sounds good. But who knows, what if your secretary brings the police instead of cash?" The man with the switchblade laughed coldly.
