Liu Zhengyun cried out in pain and fell to the ground! Philip was not appeased and continued to kick him repeatedly. Soon, Liu Zhengyun was gasping more than he was breathing.
Listening to his old friend's constant screams, Carlos's teeth were almost grinding to bits, "Stop hitting him! I'll come out! I'll come out!"
With a whoosh, Carlos leaped out of the cellar!
Click, click, several dark gun barrels were aimed at his head.
"Tell me! How can I get you to spare my friend?" Carlos stared straight at Kabin, ignoring the guns pointed at him.
"It's simple. Just hand over the New York branch account of the Death God Alliance and the secret room's passcode, and I can let this old man from Huaxia go."
"Okay! We have a deal. Just tell me an account, and I'll directly transfer the money to you."
"Hahaha! Good! I like people who are straightforward!" Philip burst into laughter, pulled out his wallet, and handed a bank card to Carlos.
