Pitler was desperately trying to come up with a plan, but facing two burly men, there was no way he could escape. At this moment, he regretted not having undergone cultivation, otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a passive position.
His phone was confiscated, and Pitler couldn't even make a call. He didn't even know where he would be taken for execution.
The tension escalated, but suddenly he overheard a conversation between the two men, one of whom smiled wryly: "Fourth Elder, do you think the Family Head will give us a generous bonus?"
"Forget it, the Family Head gives us so much salary every month, any bonus would probably only be ten thousand or so." The square-faced man driving shook his head.
"Alas, my father is sick, and he needs at least hundreds of thousands for his medical expenses. What should I do? I wonder if the family would advance me some money," said a man with thick eyebrows, his face filled with grief.
