Starting in the evening, there was a large-scale mobilization of people in Yehuntang, but Yan Sibo didn't know anything about it.
Because the person in charge of intelligence work sent the information to Shi Xinghao and was suppressed by Shi Xinghao. The intelligence personnel will definitely not pay that much attention. I have already sent all the information to the deputy leader. The deputy leader did not tell the leader.
There's nothing I can do about it.
At this time, Yan Sibo was still on the phone with the robber.
Yehuntang is about to take action, and the driver must help. He can't take action directly, but it's still okay to disturb Yan Sibo's mood.
No, on the phone, the driver used a little torture on Yan Yuhang, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves had already made Yan Sibo panic.
Yan Yuhang is his only son. If there are any shortcomings, who will take care of him when he is old?
"Yan Sibo, it's been three days and it's only 10 million. Is it that difficult? If such a big gang like the Tiger Head Club can't come up with 10 million, it won't be afraid of those small gangs in Zhangjiang laughing at you!
"The driver said with a very impatient look on the other end of the phone.
"Sir, please be more lenient. It's really not easy to come up with so much money at once. Our Hutou Club has some capital, but those are fixed assets. It's unbearable to come up with so much money at once."
Ah!" Yan Sibo said here pretending to be difficult.
In fact, he had already prepared his 10 million, but he just didn't want to give it away like this. He also wanted to see if he could find the other party and tell him that the Hutou Club's money was not that easy to get.
But the driver would not give him this opportunity and time.
"Yan Sibo, I know you have already prepared the money. After all, Yan Yuhang is your only son. In half an hour, you will send the money to the tenth street light pole from the left with a red flyer posted on it across the road from the bar.
Down there, there's an old man sitting there. Just put the money on the old man's tricycle. Otherwise, you'd better go to the funeral parlor to prepare!" The driver hung up the phone after saying that.
There are still a few hours for Yehuntang to take action. By then, he will have no money, so he has to ask Yan Sibo to send the money quickly.
The driver hung up the phone directly, which really made Yan Sibo panic. The silent protest was the most terrifying thing. If the driver didn't hang up the phone, Yan Sibo would definitely continue to argue with the driver. But if the driver hung up the phone directly, who would Yan Sibo go to?
What about entanglement?
Coupled with Yan Yuhang's painful scream before, it made his heart clench into a ball.
He didn't know what kind of inhuman abuse his son suffered there, but he knew it was very painful when he heard the heart-rending sound.
There was no other way, Yan Sibo could only do as the driver said.
He came to the window and looked at the road across from the bar. Although he didn't know which street light pole it was, he did see a few old men pulling delivery trucks and tricycles parked there.
He quickly called Shi Xinghao and asked Shi Xinghao to bring the money and go with him to find the old man the driver mentioned.
Sure enough, Yan Sibo saw a red flyer on the light pole opposite the door of the bar, but there was no one on the surrounding light poles. Yan Sibo looked to the left and saw a row of old men and tricycles there.
At the tenth count, Yan Sibo saw an old man in shabby clothes sitting alone on a brand-new tricycle. This combination made it obvious at first glance that there was something wrong.
Sure enough, just when Yan Sibo came to the old man's side, his mobile phone prompted a text message. When he opened it, it read: Put the tricycle on and come to Pier 4 to pick up people after eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Yan Sibo had no choice but to put the four suitcases full of money on the brand new tricycle. The old man looked at it and smiled and said: "Master Yan, if there is business in the future, let's cooperate again!"
When Yan Sibo almost went berserk, the old man rode away on a tricycle leisurely. Who would have thought that a tricycle ridden by a ragged old man would contain 10 million in cash?
It is now ten o'clock in the evening, at the underground shooting training ground of the "Hundred Steps to Chuan Yang" shooting club, where the members of the Night Soul Hall Fighting Soul Group are gathering.
Tang Hao, Ye Hun, Ye Ren and Bai Zhiju are all here.
"Tang Shao, last time you only saw the members of the fighting spirit group, but you didn't see their strength. Today you can see the real fighting spirit group." Ye Hun said very proudly.
Knowing Bai Zhiju's identity, when Tang Hao looked at these so-called members of the fighting spirit group, he also felt the aura of them.
"Boss Ye Hun, did you get these people too?" Tang Hao asked.
"It seems that Tang Hao's eyesight is really extraordinary. Also, Mr. Tang saw through the tricks here when he first came here. If he doesn't even have this kind of eyesight, I doubt whether there is Mr. Tang among my people.
Where's the spy?" Ye Hun laughed.
The last time Tang Hao told the secret here, he really suppressed Ye Hun. At that time, Ye Hun was wondering if there was a traitor around him, so he didn't dare to act rashly and could only cancel the original plan.
Plan and let Tang Hao leave.
Later, Yehun investigated Tang Hao and the people around him and found no problems, so he felt relieved.
For Tang Hao to be able to see through the secrets here, Night Soul can only be attributed to Tang Hao's eyesight.
"The power in the hands of Boss Ye Hun is really extraordinary. How many people do you have to offend to get these people?" Tang Hao's words were full of ridicule.
These people are all the elites of the country. I really don’t understand what some people think and put all these elite forces here.
Tang Hao could tell that these people did not know the secret of Yehuntang. They all thought that they were ordinary, no, they should be elite gang members.
In response to Tang Hao's taunt, Ye Hun could not answer at all, and could only smile bitterly.
Ye Hun didn't speak, and Tang Hao couldn't continue. He just looked at this elite team and felt deeply regretful. In this ancient country, intrigues are very serious at any time, and there is always a crisis of survival.
Only then can brothers be of one mind.
In Tang Hao's opinion, the experiences of these people were even worse than his. At any rate, he still received honors, but these people would always bear the stain.
Maybe, one day in the future, their behind-the-scenes hosts will win, and they can still walk from behind to the front and regain their own glory, but how difficult it is! (To be continued)