Zhuo Aiguo had already gotten off, so did Ye Mo and the chauffeur Xiao Yu. Ye Mo looked around, other than the man calling out to them and the two with the guns beside him, there were another two behind them that blocked their path. Including two more at the front blocking them, there was a total of seven people, of which six were armed with guns.
“Give us 50,000 dollars, and you may leave,” the man with the megaphone said.
“Wasn’t it 10,000 before? Why is it suddenly 50,000 now?” Xiao Yu seemed to know the situation and asked.
“What?” Talk more sh*t, and I’ll kill you. I decide on how much money we take!” the man who stopped the BMW heard Xiao Yu’s words and waved his gun, reproaching him arrogantly.
“Okay, okay, I have the money. 50,000 dollars, I’ll give it to you immediately!” The youth had a pale face and acted immediately, turning around and took 50,000 from his car. The man in front took the money and waved his hand: “You can go.”