Thinking of this, Chen Xiujie's face showed a look of struggle; he couldn't bear to part with those five million, but he wanted to avoid death even more.
"I want to discuss it with old Jin first."
After a while, Chen Xiujie sighed and spoke.
"Hurry up, I don't have much time to waste."
Tai said coldly.
Chen Xiujie didn't reply but turned to walk toward Jin Yifa, who was seated in the booth.
Seeing Chen Xiujie return, Jin Yifa showed an inquisitive expression.
But before he could speak, Chen Xiujie shook his head.
"What, they're not willing to let the two of us go?"
A hint of terror appeared on Jin Yifa's face.
"No, they've agreed to let us go and won't pursue this matter further."
Hearing Chen Xiujie say this, Jin Yifa heaved a sigh of relief.
"You scared me—they've agreed to let us go, so why do you still look like this?"
"Hehe, do you know what conditions they've proposed?"
Jin Yifa's eyelid twitched; he had a bad feeling about this.
