"See if he still has a chance! If not, just let me know."
The burly man with a tattooed arm looked at Yang Yan, his tone far from friendly.
Yang Yan seemed indifferent, nodding lightly:
"Alright, of course, no problem. Let me first see what the situation is, then I'll answer your question."
"Gunshot wound?"
Yang Yan slightly frowned.
After he undressed the wounded man, he saw a round bloody hole in the man's chest.
Blood was gushing continuously out of the hole.
"What, is there a problem?"
The man standing beside him, hearing Yang Yan's words, looked at him coldly.
"Problem? How could there be a problem!"
Yang Yan sneered and said:
"What I'm saying is, it's easy to save this guy, just give me a hundred thousand US dollars!"
"A hundred thousand for a lively person, you decide."
"A hundred thousand?"
The man widened his eyes, growling viciously:
"You damned bastard, why don't you just rob! How dare you ask me for a hundred thousand US dollars!"
