The color was drained out of the delivery man’s face when he heard Brother Tempest’s suggestion. He stumbled a few steps backward and stood frozen.
He was no idiot; he could tell what these thugs were after. Letting them keep his wife for a night was the same as pushing his wife to a brothel!
Nonetheless, a hundred thousand for him was also a huge sum of money. He would not be able to fork it out, even if he was to sell everything he had.
"You..."
The woman was so angry that her eyes glowed red, but at the same time, she found herself without any other option.
She had also heard that there were several clans; all of them intimidating. This Eagle Clan was way more overbearing and domineering than the Dragon God Clan.
Ordinary citizens like them were afraid of offending these clans.
"My good Sir, please, I beg you. There’s nothing good about my wife. She's plain-looking! Besides, we have a five-month-old child, waiting for my wife to go back and breastfeed him. Please, let us go, I beg you! I'll give you two thousand. That's all I have on me now..."
The husband grabbed the thug's sleeve as he profusely pleaded.
"Let go of my clothes! You're a food delivery man, and God knows how much germs and bacteria are on your hands. Touch my clothes again, and I'll kill you!"
Brother Tempest growled as he looked at the delivery man’s hand on his clothes.
The delivery man loosened his grip immediately, but n o one would expect his next action-he knelt on the ground and started pleading again.
"Please, Sir... Please, I beg you! You're a good man!"
"So much nonsense! Don't play your pity card! I don't buy it!"
Brother Tempest kicked the delivery man at his stomach that sent him a few steps back. "Does it matter how old your kid is to me?" he sneered. "You have two choices: Give me one hundred thousand and you two can leave, or leave your wife with us. Pick!"
"He won't choose!"
A cold and disdainful deep voice shot through the space at this moment.
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