Fu Jian narrowed his eyes. "Old Master Fu?"
Neither of them answered.
He leaned forward as far as the ropes would allow, his voice sharp. "Is he behind this? Tell me the truth."
The two exchanged a glance. Then the one leaning against the beam said flatly, "You can think whatever you want."
Fu Jian's heart pounded. "Cowards," he spat. "He was too scared to fight us face-to-face, so he sent dogs instead?"
Instead of reacting, the man closest to him pulled out a phone. He tapped the screen a few times and held it up to his ear.
"Let's see how loyal your boyfriend really is," he muttered.
The phone rang once.
Twice.
Then, someone picked up.
"Sicong," the man said with a cruel smile in his voice. "You're looking for Fu Jian, right? Well, we've got him. And if you want him back, you'll listen carefully…"
The phone call continued.
"We want five hundred million yuan," the masked man said clearly into the phone. "Bring it within twenty-four hours. Alone."
There was a pause.
