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Seeing the three of them being beaten so badly, Lu Xiaoran's heart was filled with joy. However, he put on a sorrowful facade and shouted loudly at the camera, "Stop hitting them! Please, stop!"
The more Lu Xiaoran pleaded for them to stop, the harder the villagers hit. Their families had died at Lu Xiaoran's hands, and now by tormenting his family, they could make him experience the same excruciating pain they felt.
For five minutes, over a dozen villagers continued to beat Lu Zhengjun's family, leaving them battered and on the brink of death. Wang Fugui realized that if they kept going, these three might be killed outright. He quickly shouted for them to stop and had the villagers step aside.
Wang Fugui brought his phone in front of the three battered individuals, wanting them to speak to Lu Xiaoran. At this point, they were all severely injured, their clothes stained with blood.
Lu Zhengjun seemed to have broken ribs; he gasped for breath, his voice weak as he addressed Lu Xiaoran through the video. "Lu Xiaoran... please... come save us. I can't hold on much longer."
Liu Huilan had a broken arm, her right arm bent at an unnatural angle. She looked at Lu Xiaoran and cried out hoarsely, "Wuwuwu... Lu Xiaoran, why aren't you here to save us?"
Lu Zihau had lost several teeth, blood streaming from his mouth. He looked at Lu Xiaoran with desperate eyes as if he were clinging to his last hope. "Brother... I'm in so much pain. Please come save me... I beg you... Brother."
Once they finished speaking, Wang Fugui turned the camera back to himself and sneered at Lu Xiaoran. "I advise you not to hesitate any longer. If you don't agree soon, I can't guarantee that they'll survive."
Lu Xiaoran lowered his head, feigning deep sorrow as he murmured softly, "I understand. Let me think about it a bit more." With that, he ended the video call, chuckling as he shook his head and returned to his own affairs.
The next morning, Wang Fugui approached the willow tree while observing the condition of the three individuals. He noticed that Lu Zhengjun's head hung limply forward; his breath was faint and it seemed he wouldn't last much longer.
Liu Huilan and Lu Zihau were in slightly better condition than him but were still severely injured. Their wounds were beginning to fester, and their situation looked grim.
Wang Fugui thought to himself: Looking at their state, they might not survive until tomorrow. Perhaps it would be better to end it now. With this resolution in mind, Wang Fugui dialed Lu Xiaoran again for a video call.
When Lu Xiaoran answered the call, Wang Fugui's face was grim as he asked, "Lu Xiaoran, have you thought about the terms from yesterday?"
Lu Xiaoran pretended to be awkward and shook his head. "Leaving only half of the food is still too little. There's nothing I can do."
After a moment of silence, Wang Fugui slowly spoke up. "How about this? You give us half of the food, and we won't take that house."
This condition was a concession compared to before; after all, the three hostages wouldn't last much longer. If Lu Xiaoran continued to hesitate, once these hostages died, Wang Fugui would no longer have any leverage over him.
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