Here, Jing Huatian began to fill his backpack with more than 9 million yuan and more than 200 kilograms of stuff. Who can carry it?
Jing Huatian delayed a few steps and had to give up. He threw some out and turned it into 5 million.
He gritted his teeth and carried more than 100 kilograms of RMB out of the villa, as if his shoulders were about to sink.
"Mr. Jing, if you can't carry it, I advise you not to resist." Wilson advised kindly.
"Isn't it just 100 pounds? I can do it. I can do it."
Jing Huatian has more than 4 million in debt, and once he pays off the debt, there will be very little left.
He gritted his teeth and carried him down the mountain even if he died.
"Can you give me a crutch?" Jing Huatian stood on the mountain, looking at the steep slope, his legs felt weak.
Ximen Longting nodded sternly: "Give him a cane."
In this way, Jing Huatian took his crutches and forced himself to carry 5 million down the mountain slowly.
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The taxi passed through the dense forest and stopped when it was about to pass the exit.
Jing Jiaren got out of the car and walked forward, but was immediately stopped by the bodyguard. Just when she was about to prove her identity and explain her purpose...
Unconsciously, he saw Jing Huatian walking slowly halfway up the mountain.
What is he doing?
Jing Jiaren frowned, what was he carrying on his back that was so heavy?
The weight of more than 100 kilograms weighed down Jing Huatian so much that he could barely straighten his back and had to rely on crutches to move forward...
Jing Jiaren glanced at the villa and saw an awe-inspiring figure standing in front of the Roman columns.
Ximen Longting, Wilson, and several bodyguards were all watching Jinghua Tian come down the mountain.
As if sensing Jing Jiaren's gaze, Ximen Longting turned around suddenly.
Separated by such a long distance, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but they seemed to be able to see each other's sight.
Ximen Longting's face turned cold. Damn it, what is this woman doing?
Why did it happen at this time!?
"Master, something happened." Wilson shouted in a low voice.
Jing Huatian stepped on the gravel and suddenly fell forward.
He couldn't hold the crutches at all, and the 5 million on his back was like a mountain pressing down on him, and like the devil's hand, dragging him down to the top of hell...
She wanted to move forward, but her body was blocked by the bodyguards, who held two-wheeled pistols to her head, preventing her from moving rashly.
So what if I can move?
Can she climb the mountain as a pregnant woman? When she climbs up, water far away cannot save the fire nearby!
Ximen Longting whispered something. When Wilson saw Jing Jiaren at the foot of the mountain, he immediately ordered the intercom...
A large number of bodyguards rushed down the mountain.
Jing Huatian fell so fast that he almost turned into a ball and rolled all the way.
There was a hole in the mountaineering bag, and bundles of money fell out...
Money was floating everywhere along the way...
Jing Huatian's head hit the mountain road hard, and finally a stone blocked his resistance, and his body hit it hard. He was dizzy for a moment, and his foggy eyes were still staring at the money...
When Ximen Longting and others rushed down, Jing Huatian was crawling on the ground, holding on to his last breath while still picking up the money and desperately putting it into his hiking bag.
"I...I can go down the mountain...Master Xi..."
Blood was everywhere.
Jing Huatian fell so hard that his face was covered in blood.
Even though Wilson was used to bloody scenes, he couldn't bear to see this scene.
It is true that man perishes for money and birds perish for food!