If their deaths could guarantee the safety of this email, Zhang Deming wouldn't hesitate for a second.
"Old Zhang, just tell them Liu Hu's whereabouts. If we die, what will happen to Chenchen and Xiaoli?" Zhang Deming's wife looked at the ferocious group before her, and despite trying to stay calm, she couldn't help but voice her fear to Zhang Deming.
"Mayor Zhang, your wife indeed has good insight. Personally, I think it's for the greater good for us all if you tell us Liu Hu's whereabouts. Of course, you should know that with our capabilities, even if you don't say anything, it wouldn't take us long to find Liu Hu anyway. By then, your sacrifice would be in vain." The middle-aged man in a suit looked at Zhang Deming and spoke with a somewhat regretful sigh.
