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As the four of them were preparing to leave, the owner of the Bathhouse, Li Guanzhong, who was bound on the ground, suddenly struggled and lifted his head.
Due to his nervousness, the tape on his face loosened slightly, revealing half of his mouth. Hui Jinbo paid no attention to him; he was busy counting the spoils, feeling quite pleased.
29,000 yuan in cash was a fortune for them, a group of impoverished individuals.
"Old Hui, let's hurry up and get out of here. We shouldn't stay too long," urged Li Junhui, feeling uneasy in his heart.
At that moment, Li Guanzhong suddenly spoke up.
"I know you!"
These five words struck like a bolt from the blue, instantly silencing the entire Bathhouse. Hui Jinbo dropped the cash he was holding, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
Then Li Guanzhong continued, "You are Hui Jinbo! You came here a few years ago!"
Hui Jinbo's face turned pale in an instant. He remembered that he had indeed visited this Bathhouse years ago and had even chatted with the owner. He never expected that after all these years, the other party would still remember him.
Furious, Hui Jinbo kicked Li Guanzhong in the stomach and shouted, "Shut up!"
But it was too late. The other bound individuals, though blindfolded, had heard those words. What was worse was that Hui Jinbo's explosive reaction effectively confirmed his identity.
The Bathhouse fell into a dead silence. Wang Jiangqing, Zhao You, and Li Deyun were all confused about what had happened but sensed that the atmosphere had suddenly turned strange.
"Old Hui, what's wrong?" Li Junhui asked quietly.
Hui Jinbo did not respond; his mind was racing.
What did identity exposure mean? It meant that if they let these people go, within three days, the police would come knocking at their door. By then, not only would he be finished, but his accomplices would also be in deep trouble.
"We need to leave now," Li Junhui felt the danger and began to retreat toward the door.
"Leave?" Hui Jinbo suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "Do you think we can still get away?"
"What does that mean?"
"He recognized me!" Hui Jinbo pointed at Li Guanzhong on the ground, his voice trembling. "If we let them go, we're all done for!"
Li Junhui finally realized the seriousness of the situation. If the victim could identify Hui Jinbo, then they would all be caught one by one.
"Why don't we just dump them somewhere else?" Zhao You suggested.
"That's useless," Hui Jinbo shook his head. "They've already seen our faces and know who we are. It wouldn't make a difference where we take them."
"What do we do then?" Wang Jiangqing asked.
Hui Jinbo remained silent for a long time, his gaze growing increasingly sinister.
"Then let's not give them a chance to identify us."
"You mean..." Li Junhui's legs went weak with fear.
"My meaning is very clear," Hui Jinbo said through gritted teeth. "Either they die, or we die. Which do you choose?"
Wang Jiangqing, Zhao You, and Li Deyun were all terrified by Hui Jinbo's words; they had only intended to rob a little money.
"Old Hui, we don't need to kill someone over this amount of money," Zhao You stammered. "Why don't we just run far away, maybe even go abroad..."
Hui Jinbo sneered, "There are cameras everywhere now; where do you think we could run to?"
"The only two options in front of us are: either we kill them or wait to be caught. You choose."
Li Junhui was completely panicked: "But killing someone and robbing are two different things! Robbery might get us ten years at most, but murder is a death sentence!"
Hui Jinbo scoffed, "Do you think robbery and kidnapping only get ten years? Besides, I have a criminal record; this time it would definitely start at life imprisonment. I'd rather take a gamble than spend my whole life in prison."
After intense debate, Zhao You and Li Deyun were sent away.
"You two wait outside; I need to handle some things with Old Li," Hui Jinbo told Zhao You and Li Deyun.
Once the two left, only Hui Jinbo, Li Junhui, and the seven bound victims remained in the bathhouse.
"Old Li, it's just the two of us now," Hui Jinbo picked up a steel pipe from the ground. "Are you with me on this, or are you leaving right now?"
Li Junhui looked at the steel pipe in Hui Jinbo's hand and then at the seven innocent people on the ground, struggling internally for one last time.
"What will you do if I leave?" Li Junhui asked.
"I can handle it on my own," Hui Jinbo replied, his voice as cold as ice. "But if you leave, don't expect to share this money. And once things go south, I'll throw you under the bus."
Li Junhui realized he had no way out.
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