Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 939 How much can you give me?
Unexpectedly, Leng Chengtian would withdraw his hand suddenly, one of them had no time to take back the punch that was punched, and punched him hard in the abdomen.

Leng Chengtian snorted in pain.

The next moment, the pocket was used as a hood, and the man was completely put into the pocket.

Leng Chengtian wanted to struggle, but remembering that An Ran was still in the other party's hands, and he didn't know what they wanted, so he let the other party manipulate him.

The rumbling sound hovered above his head, and he knew without looking that it must be a helicopter.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the people who kidnapped him were not easy.

Aren't you afraid of being discovered if you kidnap someone and use a helicopter?

He was tied with a rope, and he was lifted up little by little.

It wasn't until he got into the cabin that Leng Chengtian asked, "What exactly do you want? Where is my family?"

"You should take care of yourself first!" Someone said, with a killing breath.

Leng Chengtian frowned slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes covered under the bag.

"Anzi, you are traitor to the Lord." The man's words made the person on the other side thump.

He simply kept doing nothing, took off the black cloth on Leng Chengtian's head and said, "Since Mr. Leng knows about it, I won't hide it, just hide it."

With his pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly by the lights inside the helicopter, Leng Chengtian looked at the extremely familiar face in front of him, his whole body exuding a chill.

Rao Anzi had already been mentally prepared, and when he met his gaze, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Mr. Leng, if you look at me like this, you won't be afraid of me..."

"You dare." The man opened his mouth, without feeling like a hostage at all, but like a king looking down on all sentient beings.

An Zi gritted his teeth: "Okay, wait a minute and see my wife, let me see if you can still be so stubborn."

Hearing his words, an imperceptible light flashed in the man's eyes.

"Where is she?"

"Why don't you ask, what do we want?" An Zi had a cold face, playing with the knife in his hand with a cold light from time to time.

Leng Chengtian didn't answer, but just stared at An Zi, making his hair stand on end, with an urge to open the door and jump out.

"Look at him. If he's dishonest, let him see the blood." An Zi got up, sat in the co-pilot seat, and couldn't help but secretly wiped his sweat.

Anyway, after following him for five or six years, he still couldn't stand his direct gaze at all, and he began to despise himself.

The plane hovered in the sky for a long time, but the man's eyes became brighter and brighter.

When An Zi felt that his back was about to burn two holes from his sight.

Countless fireworks suddenly rose in the sky, illuminating most of the sky.

Some fireworks almost bloom close to the helicopter.

"No, it's dangerous. Quick, avoid these fireworks." An Zi said, the driver panicked.

Then the whole plane began to shake violently, shaking everyone into a ball.

"No, the fuel tank is under attack, skydive, skydive."

The pilot opened his mouth, and the people in the airport were in a panic. They grabbed the parachutes one after another, opened the door and jumped down.

Leng Chengtian's hands and feet were tied, he lowered his head and looked down, only to see dots of fire flickering on the pitch-black ground.

I don't know if it is the lights of other people, or the bonfire of the campers.

An Zi crawled over from the co-pilot, picked up the last parachute, but looked in Leng Chengtian's direction; "President Leng, I'll save you, how much can you give me?"

With a cold snort, the man said, "You let my family go and come to discuss with me."

(End of this chapter)