Ding Zehai rolled down the back seat window, then turned to look back at the two of them with a wide smile.
Zhang Hang looked at the manor before them, which didn't look like a resort villa in the slightest. He still held a sliver of hope as he turned to Ding Zehai. "Is this the resort villa?"
Ding Zehai smiled and nodded. "This is it. It's not convenient to drive in, so let's get out here."
As he spoke, he pulled out the key, opened the car door, and got out.
The moment Ding Zehai got out of the car, the armed guards at the gate walked over. Suddenly, seven or eight more men appeared nearby, all holding clubs and machetes.
Even if Zhang Hang and Song Qiuqiu were complete idiots, they knew by now that Ding Zehai had tricked them.
"Old Ding!" Zhang Hang immediately tried to appeal to their acquaintance. "We've known each other for a while, do me a favor. Two hundred thousand, just take us back!"
