Chai San glanced at the ensnared figures, a smile spreading across his face.
"Chai San, if you release them now and get out of my sight, I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!" Song Lingbo's voice was calm yet firm.
"Heh, Culinary God Song, don't you want them to be safe?" He laughed with confidence, his gaze shifting from the trapped figures to Song Lingbo. "I know Culinary God Song's skills are formidable, and his knife work is nothing short of divine. If we faced you directly, even with our numbers, we'd struggle to match you. But with these people in my hands, unless Culinary God Song doesn't want them to live, it's best we talk."
"Negotiate? Hmph! What exactly do you want to negotiate?" Song Lingbo snorted coldly. Lost in thought, he glanced toward the three children, their faces serene. The urgency between his brows gradually faded.
