"Gentlemen, my dad is very formidable. He's trained in martial arts, including Taekwondo, and has been a martial arts champion. He also has a bunch of tough bodyguards, all incredibly skilled. You won't stand a chance against them. As soon as they arrive, you'll be in deep trouble. It's better to cooperate with me. I'll help you negotiate with him for the money," Coco's agile eyes darted around as he presented his case convincingly.
The two men seemed to be considering it, whispering to each other and calculating something.
"What do you think? Should we cooperate with him?" the little guy urged. He was bound by ropes on his hands and feet, and it was painful.
Just then, their phone rang.
Black Nine glanced down and saw a text message that read: "Do not harm the child. I've brought the money. If anything happens to the child, you won't get a cent, and you'll end up in prison. Signed: Li Zhenting."
"It's really him!" Both men's faces changed.