CHAPTER 687: CHAPTER 680: NEGOTIATION

Sisi didn’t expect Song Mengshi to react this way. Initially, she was a bit angry, but then she realized Song Mengshi’s good intentions.

This isn’t a normal situation; with Miyazaki Shin upstairs, perhaps Song Mengshi didn’t want them to go up and die?

Thinking of this, Sisi felt more goodwill towards Song Mengshi, but today she had no choice but to brush off Song Mengshi’s goodwill.

"Meng Shi, what’s going on with you? Did you have a fight with Tang Qiubai? Should I scold Tang Qiubai for you?" Sisi joked with a smile.

Song Mengshi was so annoyed by Sisi that her nose almost went crooked. In the world, how could someone be so oblivious to cues?

She was about to shoo them away again when Tang Qiubai walked out of the house and was initially stunned to see Sisi and Tian Xinhua, but then put on a smile.

"Xinhua, Sisi, what brought you to my house to play? Come in, please!"

Tang Qiubai pushed Song Mengshi aside, intending to let Sisi and the others enter. Song Mengshi grabbed his sleeve, pulling hard, but Tang Qiubai glared at her fiercely, scaring her into immediately shrinking back and not daring to argue further.

Sisi and Tian Xinhua watched this scene and felt even more contempt for Tang Qiubai, thinking he was an ungrateful scoundrel!

Could it be that he is hoping Miyazaki Shin upstairs will slaughter them?

Tang Qiubai wasn’t that cruel; he simply thought that if bad luck was coming, everyone should share it. He insisted on dragging Sisi and them down with him, saying bluntly, if he had to die, he’d take someone with him.

Miyazaki Shin was hiding in the storage room on the second floor. He didn’t know Sisi and the others had come looking for him, but his instincts made him sense the danger, so he hid when Tang Qiubai went downstairs, even taking Tang Qiubai’s little son along.

"Uncle is playing hide-and-seek with you; don’t make a sound, okay?" Miyazaki Shin whispered.

The little guy had no idea the person in front of him was a ruthless demon. Hearing they could play a game, he nodded excitedly, pent-up from not being able to leave the house for days.

Tang Qiubai led Sisi and the others upstairs to the second floor, wanting Miyazaki Shin to meet them. He remembered that Miyazaki Shin was very interested in Sisi a month ago by the beach.

If he knew Sisi and the others had come to find Miyazaki Shin, what would he think?

Song Mengshi suddenly spoke, "Qiubai, why are you taking Sisi and them upstairs? The kids are sleeping, let’s chat on the first floor."

Tang Qiubai glared at Song Mengshi again; if it weren’t for outsiders, he’d have slapped her already. This fool, always siding with outsiders.

Song Mengshi shivered in fear, her fear of Tang Qiubai completely overwhelming her sense of justice, stopping her from speaking further.

Sisi couldn’t help but say, "Tang Qiubai, I never saw you as a man who likes to scold his wife, but you’re nothing like Grandpa Tang!"

When Tang Qiubai heard her mention Tang Tieshan, his face grew even darker. He had a trace of reluctance before, but now that last bit of reluctance vanished.

If the Tian Family hadn’t gone too far, would my grandpa have died so early?

He didn’t reply, merely smiled faintly, leading everyone upstairs. The higher they went, the more dazed Song Mengshi seemed, like a startled bird.

The second floor was empty, and Song Mengshi’s face changed dramatically; she asked Tang Qiubai, "Where’s Little Treasure? He was just here playing with blocks."

Tang Qiubai wasn’t sure what was going on either. Clearly, when he went downstairs, Little Treasure and Miyazaki Shin were still there. Yes, Miyazaki Shin must have hidden Little Treasure.

Before he could speak, Song Mengshi went crazy. Her son’s disappearance snapped her final nerve; she was searching frantically on the second floor, making loud thumping noises.

Tian Xinhua, however, went up to the third floor, followed by Qiao Xingbang and Qiao Zhenbang, who pulled out guns from their coats.

Tang Qiubai stiffened at the sight of the dark guns, looking at Sisi in disbelief.

"Miyazaki Shin is hiding here, isn’t he? Tang Qiubai, you’re really bold to hide such a demon at your house?" Sisi mocked.

Tang Qiubai hadn’t recovered from the previous shock. His mind felt like mush, wondering why He Sisi’s friends had guns.

Why are they looking for Miyazaki Shin?

Are they enemies?

Sisi was too lazy to argue with him, took out a sedative spray and sprayed it at Tang Qiubai, who immediately felt weak, lost all feeling, and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the still maniacal Song Mengshi, Sisi sighed, used the sedative to knock Song Mengshi and her daughter out, and then placed them on the bed. As for Tang Qiubai, she let him stay on the floor.

After finishing everything, Sisi clapped her hands and went up to the third floor, where Tian Xinhua and the others were confronting Miyazaki Shin.

However, Miyazaki Shin’s gun was pointed at a little boy’s head, the boy being Tang Qiubai’s son.

At the moment, there was no trace of his usual arrogance on the boy’s face as he whimpered and cried for his mom.

The child couldn’t understand why the uncle who had just been playing hide-and-seek with him suddenly turned so fierce?

"Let me go, or I’ll kill this kid!"

Miyazaki Shin gritted through the pain, his vision a little blurry. He hadn’t planned to stay long at Tang Qiubai’s, but he didn’t expect them to come so soon, not even giving him time to recover.

Tian Xinhua’s lips curled slightly, very calmly saying, "Go ahead and kill him, he’s not my kid."

Miyazaki Shin cursed silently, his back wound had reopened, blood was gushing out, his strength was draining away, and his vision was getting blurrier. He bit hard on his tongue, the pain bringing him to momentary clarity, but he didn’t know how long he could maintain this clarity.

Was it really destined for him to die?

No, he was only half a step from success, so why wasn’t he given even this little bit of time?

"I have money, lots of money; I’ll give you all the money if you let me go!" Miyazaki Shin, seeing threats wouldn’t work, switched to pleading.

"How much money?" Sisi asked.

Miyazaki Shin was secretly pleased and mentioned a figure.

Three billion US dollars.

Sisi was shocked, three billion, more than enough for several lifetimes!

Qiao Zhenbang and Qiao Xingbang were also taken aback; the Daoji Association was indeed a big gang, much richer than their Yaoxing Gang.

One must admit, Miyazaki Shin was decisive, not blinking while giving up such a large sum.

Yet, Tian Xinhua remained calm, as if uninterested in the astronomical sum, slowly saying, "Do you take us for fools? The Daoji Association has only this little money? You only told half, didn’t you?"

Miyazaki Shin’s eyes narrowed, biting his tongue again. His tongue was already bitten, blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth.

Sisi thought for a moment, took out medicinal wine from her bag, and tossed it to Miyazaki Shin, "Hemostatic medicine, take it orally; don’t die before giving us the money."

Miyazaki Shin proved to be a tough figure, taking the medicinal wine and drinking it without a word, not fearing Sisi would poison him, drinking half the bottle in one go, his spirit improving instantly. He didn’t return the medicinal wine to Sisi but tucked it into his pocket.