Meng Yao cried out and tried to pull his head away, moving his face to the side so he could talk without the stupid fabric getting in the way of his mouth. "No, you misunderstand, it's not for this. Just to leave. I'll pay you whatever you want if you let me leave!"

He didn't want this idiotic thug to accidentally beat him to death in some vigilante move. He was prepared to destroy his savings for this. "I'm not paying you to do any of that! I'm sorry! I'm every sorry! I misjudged a -- a moment. I will pay! 50,000? That's all I have. We make this go away!"