"Who takes three, who takes seven?" Ruan Zonglin asked desperately.
Lin Zhenxin calmly turned her gaze, looking at the man with dreadlock hair.
"Naturally, the Ruan Family takes three, we take seven."
Ruan Zhiming's hand never loosened, tightly clenched, lips pressed firmly.
His eyes suddenly fell on the private soldiers at the door.
A thought came to him.
Even if they agreed for now, so what?
As long as Elliott's gun could move away from Zonglin's head, they wouldn't leave here alive!
Thinking this, Ruan Zhiming's expression suddenly relaxed.
"Alright, three-seven split it is! I concede!"
"Since that's the case, let's sign the agreement!" Li Yanan turned to look at the bodyguard behind him, who quickly walked out.
Shortly after, he returned with a lawyer and another person!
When Ruan Zhiming saw that person, his eyes widened in shock!
It was the director of the Chinese Association in local Hui'an!
