"Just stay here for the next few days!" After saying that, Budi left the cell door.
"Haha, it's useless for you to catch me. The Razor Bodyguard will never betray. Let's see who can survive to the end." The bodyguard who was restrained by Weslin said with a sneer.
Seeing that the other party was looking at death as if he couldn't shake him, Weslin had no choice but to let him go.
The bodyguard turned over and got up from the ground, then quickly came to the door and sat down next to the door. Then he took out the key from his jacket pocket and said, "It would be useless even if you took what I had just now, because you have absolutely nothing."
There is a way to escape from here! Absolutely!"
After saying that, the bodyguard opened the cell door and quickly rushed out, then locked the door behind him.
Upon seeing this, Xhaka immediately ran over and threw himself on the door, shouting at the leaving bodyguard, "Hey brother! Let me out! Didn't you just let me out!"
"You stay here as a hostage for now!" the bodyguard said coldly.
"Hey! Hey!" Xhaka stretched out his hand from the railing to greet the bodyguard, but the guy didn't even look back at Ian.
Seeing that his hope of leaving was shattered, Zhaka turned around, pointed at Weslin and cursed: "Is there something wrong with you, guy? I'm going out! What should I do if you do this? Now I'm here again
Imprisoned here!"
"You deserve it." Weslin said, "Who asked you to lie to me?"
"Hey, you don't really believe what I just said! I wanted to leave here! I'm about to succeed! I don't care, everything I suffered here today will be on your head. Mine
Calculate carefully how much money you have to pay me!"
With that said, Zhaka took out the calculator he carried with him and clicked the keys.
Weslin walked to the cell door and looked outside, and found that the door was a long corridor with a round-arched roof, which looked a bit like a sewer or some kind of air raid shelter.
Weslin doesn't know much about the special place in Tangdu, and he can't tell the current location here.
However, his expression looked a little more relaxed than before.
After a while, Weslin sat in the corner of the cell, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Zhaka glanced at Weslin's face, "Can you still sleep?"
"Otherwise, what can I do? I can't leave from here now."
"You asked for it."
"Hey, since we have nothing to do here, can I ask you a question?"
Zachary was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "If you ask questions about razors, I will charge you!"
"Instead of asking about Razor, let me ask, why do you like money so much? That you dare to betray information about Razor?"
There was a subtle change in Zhaka's eyes as he stared at Weslin, and then his eyes gradually turned to the ground, with a hint of hesitation on his expression.
"This has nothing to do with you."
Weslin simply lay down on the ground, put his hands behind his head, and stared straight at the ceiling, "Generally speaking, if someone is particularly obsessed with one thing, it means that that thing has a deep meaning for him.
The more a person is afraid of losing something, the more he will long for it. I think you must have had many encounters with money in your life, right?"
Hearing what Weslin said, Zhaka couldn't help but have images from many years ago appear in his mind.
It was a terrible, bloody and even despairing memory.
From this moment on, the cell fell into silence for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhaka leaned against the cold wall silently, looking up at the ceiling above his head, "Have you been to Mexico?"
Hearing Zaka's voice, Weslin looked in his direction.
I saw Xhaka raising his head, his eyes seeming to be watching the memory emerging above his head, "Tijuana, Mexico, is my hometown. My sister and I grew up there. People who don't know this place won't understand it.
I have no feelings, but as someone who has lived there since childhood, I always want to escape from that ghost place."
"It is a place occupied by the dark forces of crime, drugs and human trafficking. Even though the police work hard every year, they can no longer prevent it from becoming a paradise of sin. Wherever you can live your life as you please,
It’s a luxury wish!”
When Xhaka mentioned his hometown, there was a trace of despair in his eyes.
"I originally thought that many things would never happen to me, and that they would happen to others. Until my sister was abducted by a group of bastards."
Hearing this, Weslin couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"I still can't forget Mo Yang when they took my sister away from me. He was simply a devil!"
"So your sister was kidnapped? Has she been found now?" Weslin asked.
Xhaka smiled bitterly, "Do you know what the most ridiculous thing in the world is? It's that you know everything, but you can't do anything!"
"After my sister was abducted, it took me some time, but I finally found her. However, she was managed by a group of bastards, worked as a coolie and child labor, and suffered terribly. I still remember the last time I saw her.
At that time, I didn’t dare to go into details, but she was so thin that I almost couldn’t recognize her.”
"After that, I tried many ways to get my sister out of that hellish place, but I couldn't get close to him at all. The security there was very tight, and even if the police came, there was nothing they could do."
"However, through my efforts, I met a guy who has some say in our local area. The guy told me that he could use his connections to ensure that my sister could survive. But if I wanted to take my sister with me,
When you come out, you have to buy it with money!"
"Is this world ridiculous? It's obvious that my relative has been sold, but the only way to do it is to buy her back with money!"
Weslin listened quietly to Zhaka's tragic past, and gradually understood why Zhaka became so money-hungry.
Because he really needs this money to save his sister.
"How much do you need?" Weslin asked.
Zhaka sighed heavily, "Two hundred thousand."
"Two hundred thousand..." Although this number is not a small amount, in Weslin's opinion, with Zaka's ability, it shouldn't be too troublesome to save up to two hundred thousand.
Just participating in those underground competitions should be enough.
But before Weslin could react, Zhaka continued: "It's a beautiful knife."
After hearing this, Weslin couldn't help but gasped, "Two hundred thousand dollars? Isn't that..."
Weslin quickly calculated the exchange rate in his mind and found that it would cost about 1.6 million RMB.