Chapter 152: That little bitch has run away!

Fierce Biao kicked the gun out of his accomplice's hand.

The gun flew away and clattered into a corner two meters away.

Fierce Biao and his accomplice exchanged glances, then lunged toward where the gun had landed.

Just as their hands brushed against the weapon, it slid further away.

As luck would have it, it slid right under Lu Yao's feet.

Lu Yao's hands and feet were still tightly bound, leaving her completely unable to pick it up. She looked at Fierce Biao and his accomplice, seeing such a bloodthirsty, murderous intent in their eyes that she didn't even dare to draw a full breath.

Anticipating that they would dash over to grab the gun, she immediately cried out, "Wait!"

Fierce Biao and his accomplice glared at Lu Yao with malicious, cold eyes.

Lu Yao cleared her throat and reminded them, "I can raise the offer to two hundred million. Wouldn't it be better if each of you gets one hundred million? Why ruin a brotherhood over a few tens of millions?"

The accomplice no longer trusted Fierce Biao. Hearing Lu Yao's proposal for a fair split, he said resolutely, "No way, unless I get one hundred and fifty million!"

"Heh, heh, heh..." Fierce Biao let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to Lu Yao in the corner.

Lu Yao shot Fierce Biao a freezing, piercing glare.

Fierce Biao smirked derisively. "Lawyer Lu, you casually added another hundred million to our payout just like that. Do you really take yourself for the future mistress of the Ye family? Based on my understanding of Ye Yingtang, he has always insisted that the male heirs of the Ye family must marry women of equal social standing. You surely don't think Ye Zehong would actually marry you, do you?"

Hearing Fierce Biao say this, the accomplice immediately exclaimed, "Exactly! The eldest miss of the Qiao family was ruthlessly dumped by the Ye family simply because of a scandal. Qiao Wan'er is the premier socialite of the capital, yet even she finds it difficult to cross the threshold of the Ye family. Let alone a mere little lawyer!"

Having figured this out, Fierce Biao exchanged a look with his accomplice, and the two of them burst into loud laughter.

"Damn it! I almost got fooled by this bitch!" Fierce Biao raised his hand, intending to slap Lu Yao, but remembering the instructions from the Song family, he forcibly pulled his hand back.

Finding it pointless, Fierce Biao gave Lu Yao a kick out of frustration and said to his accomplice, "Let's go outside and wait for the employer's instructions!"

"Good thing I brought some liquor, let's have a drink together."

After the two men stepped outside, Lu Yao's field of vision plunged into darkness once more.

Fixating her eyes on the direction of the door, she relied on her memory and began wriggling toward the spot where Fierce Biao and his accomplice had previously lunged for the gun.

***

At the entrance.

Fierce Biao and his accomplice each held a bottle of beer, drinking straight from the bottle. Gulp, gulp—a bottle was emptied in no time.

Just as the accomplice reached for a second bottle, Fierce Biao grabbed his wrist and stopped him, warning, "Don't get drunk, we haven't finished the job yet!"

"With just a frail woman whose hands and feet are tied, she can't possibly stir up any trouble." As the accomplice spoke, he pried open a bottle cap, swallowed half the bottle in one breath, and reached out for some betel nut. Just as he was about to chew it, something suddenly occurred to him. He immediately stood up and searched all the pockets of his jeans.

Exclaiming in shock, he blurted out, "Oh no!"

Fierce Biao frowned and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The accomplice ran toward the corrugated iron shed where Lu Yao was being held, calling out as he sprinted, "When the two of us were scrambling for the gun earlier, I dropped my folding knife."

Hearing this, Fierce Biao instinctively patted himself down for his own folding knife, but only felt empty air.

His expression instantly darkened, and he kicked the door of the iron shed wide open.

Light flooded the entire iron shed.

They swept their gazes around, but Lu Yao was nowhere to be seen.

Fierce Biao kicked the corrugated iron wall in fury and cursed, "Dammit! The little bitch ran away!"