"Before the last of my value gets used up, my opinions still count. After all, a pig needs to be kept alive until it's time for the slaughter, doesn't it?"
Suizi posed this question to the two men, her demeanor calm and her tone certain. To an outsider, she would seem like the kidnapper, rather than these two who could not subdue her.
The two men exchanged a glance and the one in the backseat spoke.
"If this little girl keeps wailing, I might have to shut her up."
"You don't have the resources to negotiate terms with me." Suizi casually glanced at him, and the man felt a chill run down his spine.
When Suizi managed to stay calm, she resembled Fan Huang, especially when he was working, exuding an aura of quiet authority.
Of course, Fan Huang had earned his authority through trials and tribulations and held a high position. But how old was she?
The man resisted the instinctive fear, pretending to be indifferent. He looked at Suizi, trying to confirm if he was overthinking.