"Three days."
Li Beicheng spoke with an arrogant and icy tone, his voice brooking no argument: "I'm only giving you three days."
"Three days..."
The middle-aged man hesitated, then reluctantly agreed, "We'll try our best."
"I'm not asking for effort, I want results."
Leaving no room for excuses, Li Beicheng dropped this final warning, ending the call with a cold expression.
On the other end of the phone, the middle-aged man sat in a car parked below the apartment building. He exchanged glances with the other three companions inside the car, and with a grim expression, he said, "I told you at the start that this job was risky. Now that the risk has arrived, I don't need to tell you what to do, right?"
The young man in the passenger seat lowered his head in thought, "Boss, from what Young Master Li said, the man will never surrender within three days if we follow his instructions. If we really want to complete this job, we'll have to use other methods."
"You're right."
