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Wang Fugui noticed that all three of them had been severely beaten, and there was hardly any flesh left on their bodies. They looked extremely weak, likely having not eaten or drunk anything for a while. He couldn't let them die too soon.
Wang Fugui turned back to his tent, scooped out some water with a ladle, and fed it to each of the three individuals one by one. After giving them water, he stood there deep in thought, feeling something was off.
Lu Xiaoran clearly cared so much about his Second Uncle's family; why hadn’t he called even once after a whole day? Was it possible that the conditions he proposed were too harsh for him to accept? Previously, Wang Fugui had demanded that they hand over the safe house and all the food.
Wang Fugui speculated that Lu Xiaoran might think that even if Second Uncle's family were released under such circumstances, they would have nothing to eat and nowhere to stay, ultimately leading them to starve alongside him. This hesitation made sense.
With this thought in mind, Wang Fugui took out Lu Zhengjun's phone and made a video call to Lu Xiaoran. At that moment, Lu Xiaoran was lying on his bed listening to music. When he saw it was a call from Lu Zhengjun, he quickly answered.
"Lu Xiaoran, have you thought about it? Are you willing to agree to our terms?" Wang Fugui asked.
Lu Xiaoran feigned a troubled expression, shaking his head at Wang Fugui. "Give me a bit more time; I haven't made up my mind yet."
Seeing his demeanor, Wang Fugui realized he would have to lower the demands for negotiation. Otherwise, if the hostages died before Lu Xiaoran agreed, all their efforts would be in vain.
"How about this, Lu Xiaoran? Let's lower the terms. You can hand over that room and half of the food, and I'll let the three of them go. You can keep the other half of the food for yourselves."
Wang Fugui felt this offer was quite generous; keeping half of the food meant they wouldn’t starve immediately. Logically speaking, Lu Xiaoran should have no reason to refuse.
However, to his surprise, Lu Xiaoran on the other end still frowned, looking hesitant as he replied, "Only half of the food is too little; I need to think about it some more."
Wang Fugui's expression darkened instantly. How could he complain that half of the food was insufficient? He felt that Lu Xiaoran truly did not appreciate what was being offered.
It seemed necessary to make him understand the weight of the chip he held in his hand.
Wang Fugui arrived at the willow tree where Lu Zhengjun's family was gathered and instructed the villagers who were on guard: "Now, go ahead and hit them hard."
Upon hearing this, the group rushed forward without hesitation. They had been holding back their anger all day yesterday, not daring to unleash their full strength against the three individuals. Now that they had Wang Fugui's permission, they felt no reservations.
Surrounding the three, they unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, slaps, and even sticks, showing no mercy. The cries of the three were heart-wrenching as they begged for mercy while wailing in despair.
To ensure Lu Xiaoran could see more clearly, Wang Fugui thoughtfully brought his phone closer to the three, zooming in for a close-up shot.
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