"Uncles, my daddy is really powerful. He's trained in Taekwondo, he's a martial arts champion, and he has a whole bunch of bodyguards, all of them incredibly strong. You don't stand a chance against them. Once they show up, you guys are finished. You'd better work with me now. I'll help you get money from him," Adam said, his bright black eyes turning with clever calculation as he laid out his case logically.
The two men seemed tempted. They leaned closer and began whispering to each other, clearly plotting something.
"Well? Are you going to work with me or not?" the little one urged, his hands and feet bound tightly with rope, hurting so much he could barely bear it.
Just then, the phone buzzed.
Benno looked down, it was a message.
"Don't harm the child. I've brought the money. If even a hair on his head is touched, you'll get no money, only a prison sentence, Gilbert Watson."
"It really is him!" The two men's faces changed instantly.
