"It's not a threat, it's an exchange." Although Fo Ye did not dare to look at Peng Zhan, he did not give in at all.
"Okay, I'll go back and discuss with Qing Yao to see if I agree to exchange with you." Of course Peng Zhan would not agree to such a threatened exchange, and the reason why he agreed was just a delaying tactic.
"There's no need to discuss it with others, just make the decision yourself, because what I want to exchange is your life."
Peng Zhan was stunned for a moment by Fo Ye's words. Didn't Fo Ye ask Chu Qingyao to help him shoot his autobiography? Why did he suddenly change it to take his own life? There was no deep hatred between him and him.
"Are you going crazy? You actually want my life?" Peng Zhan almost laughed out of anger at the guy in front of him.
"You will agree. If one Han Rubing is not enough, I will imprison more people around you until the number of people here is equal to your life."
"Who is he?" The last time he asked this key question, he was suddenly interrupted by the old man in Tang suit. Peng Zhan asked again. He wanted to know who gave Buddha such courage.
"The last time I was honest with you, it was because I didn't regard you as an enemy. Now I am the one who wants your life. Unless it is at the last moment of your death, you can't get any information from me. "
Seeing Buddha's fearless appearance, Peng Zhan really wanted to let him have a taste of how it would feel to split his muscles and bones, but when he thought that Han Rubing was still in their hands, he had to give up the idea.
Seeing that Peng Zhan's emotions were on the verge of exploding, Buddha did not dare to provoke him anymore, but said in a gentle tone: "I will only give you three days. If you can find Han Rubing and rescue her within three days, Go, I will never touch the people around you again. If you don't find him after three days, I will choose another lucky person from the people around you."
"How dare you!" Seeing that Lord Buddha actually wanted to attack the people around him, Peng Zhan's anger suddenly rose. He reached out and grabbed Lord Buddha by his collar.
But Buddha looked at him indifferently and said in a very indifferent tone: "If you dare to touch a hair of the people I sent there, I will inflict the same harm on Han Rubing, without any lies."
Buddha is equivalent to using a conspiracy against Peng Zhan, telling Peng Zhan about his behavior, but there is no solution, because as long as Han Rubing is not rescued, his weakness will be caught by Buddha, and he is in a very passive situation.
"Three days is all, just wait for me." After Peng Zhan finished speaking, he pushed Buddha back hard.
Buddha staggered back and was about to knock down the sculpture of a banshee, but he turned abruptly and hit the hard granite table.
The tabletop suddenly broke, and a huge bump appeared on Buddha's forehead, but a very happy smile appeared on his face.
Because Peng Zhan's anger means that he does not have full confidence. A person who has no confidence in himself will not have much difficulty in defeating him.
Peng Zhan took a look at the weird succubus statue and thought to himself that this succubus must be worth a lot of money, otherwise the Buddha would not rather hit the hard granite than try his best to avoid hitting the statue.
Peng Zhan turned around and left slowly, but two clear tears flowed from the eyes of the banshee statue.
Buddha clapped his hands vigorously, and the woman in black immediately walked quickly to the sculpture and patted the sculpture's shoulder gently.
The sculpture was like a sealed warehouse, slowly opening, and standing inside was Han Rubing, who was in tears.
The woman in black patted Han Rubing's body several times, and Han Rubing immediately resumed action.
Han Rubing, who resumed action, immediately rushed towards Buddha angrily, but as soon as she started, her body staggered.
Her whole body was sore and limp, and she couldn't exert any energy at all. It was even difficult for her to walk, let alone beat someone.
"Son of a bitch, I won't let you go!" Han Rubing looked at Buddha and roared angrily.
"Save your strength for Peng Zhan's memorial service!" Old Jue's cold voice came from the door. Compared with the old age just now, Old Jue's eyes were as bright as a torch and there was a chilling majesty about him.
