"Hey, boss, what about Xia San?" someone asked. Su Wei said, "We've been through thick and thin together, we have to let him rest in peace, take him with us when we leave. As for his share of the money, give it to his family." The others nodded in agreement.

  The house fell silent again. Su Wick leaned on the sofa, playing with the pliers, looking at the light for a while, and then threw it to his partners one by one.

  "Is this thing really worth over 80 million?" someone asked.

  "Can." Zheng Zhiwei took over the finger, and his eyes also became greedy. "She told me. I also asked the expert. She is a bookworm, won't tell lies or boast, what she says is quite reliable." This "she" naturally refers to Chen Baozhu. Chen Baozhu almost looked at her boyfriend with resentment, her eyes already red from crying.

  It's still midnight, Su and Anhui not only swept away all the gold bars, but also got their first treasure. They also lost one person, leaving 6 people behind. Two of them are outside searching for my and Wu Yu's whereabouts, who knows when they will come back. Still a group of fierce bandits that we can't resist. But perhaps they have made preparations to hold this family for a longer time, such as another night plus a day. Until they get what they want, then set fire.

  But actually, the time left for them is not much. Because tomorrow morning, Zhuang Yu and Shen Shiyan will probably arrive here, once they can't contact me and find something unusual, they will call the police. Now I even feel grateful for Chen Baozhu's timely intervention, just hoping she can drag it out a bit longer, until the police arrive.

  "Alright." Wu Yu suddenly said in a low voice, I turned my head to look over and found that the satellite phone hadn't been fixed yet, but he was holding another small object with an unusual shape.

  "What is this?" I asked.

  He thought for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to explain it to me, then said: "The TV set was broken and I used its components to make a simple wireless telegraph transmitter."

  "What?"

  He said: "I used it to send out a distress signal on public channels as well as our geographic coordinates."

  I've never seen a man as fierce as this in my entire life. I watched him place his long, rough fingers on the small thing and start pressing down. The attic was still pitch black, with only a thin sliver of moonlight shining through. It illuminated the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet, which had been polished to a shine by years of use. Suddenly, I noticed that the gauze on his abdomen was stained with blood again. He hadn't been sweating for a while, but now beads of sweat were forming on his forehead once more. I didn't know how much more pain he could take, but he stopped what he was doing and reached into his pants pocket to pull out a cigarette, looking at me as he did so.

  I suddenly understood, pulled out a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth. He looked at me with those even darker eyes in the dark, holding it in. I picked up the lighter again and lit it for him. He gently puffed out two wisps of smoke that lingered between us. He lowered his head to continue fiddling with something, muttering: "A cigarette can refresh your mind."

  I was heartbroken and said: "I also want to try."

  He said: "No way."

  "Why not?"

  He said: "I've always thought smoking is a decadent thing, don't want you to get involved."

  A surge of complex emotions rose in my heart, a mix of sweetness and pain. I leaned in close to him, and the cigarette in his mouth, saying: "We might not make it through tonight, so let's just fall already. I want to taste what you're obsessed with, what's the flavor?"