The only thing they have that can reach this number is sperm.

The faces of the three soldiers and soldiers all turned pale.

One billion?

Master, you are too cruel.

If you sell him, it's not worth one billion.

This is one billion. How could he come up with so much money?

Wan Ru remained calm, still so calm and calm: "You have one minute to think about it."

Gu Zixuan came to life again.

That's it, that's all, as long as you can survive, just risk it.

But he really can't come up with one billion.

So, he knelt down again and begged Wanru: "I only have more than 800 million in my card. Can I collect the rest?"

"How many do you have?" Wan Ru asked.

When Gu Zixuan heard this, he thought, there is hope.

"I'll check."

He took out his mobile phone and found that it had been broken. Then he looked at the people on the ground and asked in a tearful voice: "Who has a mobile phone? Let me use it."

Someone lent him his cell phone.

He logged into the bank system to take a look, and then said carefully: "There are still 857,854,203 yuan left."

"You keep three pieces, and transfer the rest."

It's like taking out your mobile phone and entering an account number.

This is the account given to him by Tang Xiaobao, the account used by Gui Jian. No one can trace the money. How can he trace it since everyone is dead.

Gu Zixuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Leave three yuan?

What the hell do you mean by leaving three yuan for me?

In order to survive, he was willing to give up anything now. For fear of regretting it, he quickly transferred the money.

The whole process seemed to be supervised.
Chapter completed!