Liu Xiaoyu and the others were shocked, scrambling to get up and run, but were all restrained by the people Liu Haoran had brought.
They were just ordinary villagers, nowhere near as skilled as the officers. Feeling the cold touch on their wrists, they were scared out of their wits, their minds nearly blank.
The blankness lasted only a moment, and the desire to survive quickly took over.
"Dad, dad, mom, my kid's father, please save me! I don't want to go to jail!" Liu Xiaoyu pleaded with Grandpa Lu and her bruised and swollen husband. At this moment, there was no trace of the arrogance she had when demanding money from Lu Qingqing. Her face was smeared with snot and tears, and she was covered in dust picked up from the ground as she struggled, looking utterly pitiful.
Grandpa Lu noticed his eldest son's slight movement and sneered, "If you dared to extort Qingqing, you should be ready to face all the consequences."
