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Seeing that the three hostages had finished speaking with Lu Xiaoran, Wang Fugui turned the camera back to himself, a smug expression on his face as he asked Lu Xiaoran, "So, are you willing to hand over your house and food now?"
Lu Xiaoran covered his face with his right hand, feigning indecision as he replied to Wang Fugui, "Give me some time; I need to think it over."
"But I advise you to hurry. These three won't last long."
After hanging up the video call, Lu Xiaoran finally let out a laugh, collapsing onto the sofa in amusement.
"Haha, they really have it coming this time."
After laughing for a while, Lu Xiaoran hummed a little tune, turned on the television again, and continued watching.
Meanwhile, to the north of the open space, Wang Fugui gathered more than twenty villagers in front of him. Among them were men and women of all ages.
Wang Fugui spoke softly to them, "You all will take turns watching those three. Remember to leave someone behind at night; we can't let them escape."
The reason Wang Fugui chose these villagers for the task was that they all shared a common point: someone from their families had died at Lu Xiaoran's hands, and they now harbored deep hatred for him.
With these villagers guarding Lu Xiaoran's family, there was no worry about them slacking off or showing mercy to the hostages.
After hearing Wang Fugui's instructions, the villagers unanimously agreed, their eyes glinting with hatred.
Soon enough, they arrived at the willow tree where Lu Zhengjun and his family were located.
A middle-aged man in his teens spat on Lu Zhengjun and slapped him hard across the face.
A young woman grabbed Liu Huilan by her hair and began kicking her thighs repeatedly.
Two strong young men surrounded Lu Zihau, raining down powerful punches upon him like a storm.
"Calm down! Director Wang said before that these three are meant to be hostages; we can't kill them now," one of the villagers cautioned.
Seeing how agitated these individuals were, other villagers rushed over to pull them away from the willow tree.
Although they stopped their actions, the hatred in their eyes remained sharp and chilling.
Their families had been killed by Lu Xiaoran, and now Lu Xiaoran's own family was in their hands.
They longed to tear these three apart to relieve their pent-up rage.
However, since they needed these three as hostages to coerce Lu Xiaoran into surrendering food, they couldn't kill them just yet.
Suppressing their fury, they stepped back a few paces and stood aside.
At that moment, Lu Zhengjun's family of three was terrified, their faces pale with fear. The way those people had rushed at them just moments ago felt as if they intended to tear them apart, instilling a deep sense of dread within them. Although the assailants had now stopped, they still stood not far away, glaring at the family with malicious intent.
The cold light emanating from their eyes made the three feel as if every pore on their bodies was trembling. Throughout the next day, Lu Zhengjun's family was watched over in shifts by more than twenty villagers. By the end of the day, they had endured several beatings, and each of them was covered in bruises and bloodstains, looking as disheveled as beggars.
Moreover, during that entire day, they had not eaten a single bite or drunk a drop of water; hunger and thirst tormented their nerves relentlessly. On the morning of the second day, Wang Fugui approached them, observing their condition closely.
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