Fatty Wang was afraid that Qin Feng and Lin Xia would fall asleep, so he got up and shouted, "Coming, coming! Who the hell is it? Can't people sleep in the middle of the night?"
The rolling shutter clattered open. A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap walked in, his face covered by a mask, clutching a backpack in his hand.
Fatty Wang sucked in a cold breath—this was exactly the guy who had come looking for him three days ago.
Qin Feng and Lin Xia were upstairs, connected to the security camera with their phones, watching everything downstairs clearly.
The visitor dumped out the contents of the backpack onto the table—a pile of more than a dozen thick gold chains tumbled out.
He cleared his throat and said coldly, "These things are worth your two hundred thousand. Hand over the ring!"
Fatty Wang swallowed hard and said, "Brother, I saw what you did on the news today. Take a little advice from your younger brother—go turn yourself in, maybe the government will be lenient!"
