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Not long after, the underling who was good with locks came back with a jeep. The jeep could not accommodate so many of them, so the scar-faced man decided to take along only a few of them first. The rest could think of a way to catch up with them.

"Let's go! Get out of the car!" the scar-faced man said as he looked at Qiao Mei.

Qiao Mei looked at her wrists and said, "You want me to get out of the car like this? If other people see me, make a guess if they will call the police?"

"You'd better not play any tricks!" the scar-faced man said through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, my granduncle is still in your hands. I dare not do anything," Qiao Mei said.

The scar-faced man considered it for a moment and then untied the rope from Qiao Mei's hands. Qiao Mei opened the passenger door and got out of the car, but she was in no hurry to get into the jeep. Instead, she stood still and did some stretches while admiring the surrounding scenery.