Chapter 165 Loyalty

Chapter 165 Loyalty

Chapter 165 Loyalty
Only Feng Biao and Shaman were left in the room.

Feng Biao let out a long sigh. He did not strangle Shaman's neck like Gao Yi did, but he pulled Shaman up and made Shaman leave the only chair in the room.

Shaman looked coldly at Feng Biao who was sitting on the chair.

Feng Biao pointed his gun at Shaman, then he suddenly turned around and shouted to the person at the door: "Close the door!"

Shaman snapped, "Don't close the door!"

Feng Biao glared, but Shaman, who was standing, immediately glared at Feng Biao and said, "Don't think that gun can scare me!"

Shaman is really a man of integrity, you can't deny it.

There was nothing to say, so he thought about it and finally sat on the only chair, while Shaman stood beside the desk and continued to glare at Feng Biao.

Time passed quickly, but it also felt like it was slow.

Fortunately, Feng Biao really didn't expect to leave alive this time, so the subjective speed didn't matter to him.

About half an hour later, Feng Biao's phone suddenly rang. He answered the call and heard Gao Yi whisper, "We picked up Brother and are going to the airport now. Are you okay?"

Feng Biao smiled and said, "I'm fine here, nothing's wrong."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Biao didn't want to say anything more. He still held the gun and looked at Shaman calmly.

Shaman suddenly said, "You will die."

"I know."

"You know?" Shaman looked at Feng Biao in confusion, and then he suddenly asked: "Why do you want to do this? Sacrifice yourself to save others? Is it worth it?"

"Is it worth sharing?"

Feng Biao quickly answered Shaman's question, then he laughed and said, "Actually, I am a loyal person, but no one is worthy of my loyalty, so I have never talked about loyalty with anyone before. Loyalty... do you understand?"

Shaman had a sullen face and didn't say anything, because Feng Biao didn't know how to say "loyalty" in English. Although Shaman could speak English, his English was not very good.

Feng Biao thought for a moment and said, "Loyalty is... is... I don't know how to put it, but you just need to know that I am willing to die for others. That's probably what it means."

Shaman suddenly said, "What are you after? Money? I can give you a lot of money. If you put down your gun, I will give you $100 million in cash and send you to the airport. I value my credibility very much. $100 million is nothing to me, and killing you is meaningless. I want to kill Khaled and your boss more. I can let you go as long as I can kill them."

Feng Biao laughed and said, "Bribe me? This trick worked before, but it doesn't work now because I have made enough money."

"Have you made enough? How much money is enough? One hundred million dollars is not enough, then ten billion! You can't take too much cash, I will transfer the money to you. You should understand that no matter how much money is, it is just a number to me."

Feng Biao sighed and said, "I believe it, but have you ever seen a boss who leaves his men behind and lets them go first?"

Shaman frowned.

Feng Biao said to himself, "Yeah, you definitely haven't seen it. You're so high up, you can't possibly come into contact with this kind of thing, let alone see it. I haven't seen it either, I've never heard of it, but I saw it today, so what do you think I should do?"

Shaman spread his hands and said, "This is just a way to control my men."

Feng Biao laughed and said, "Method? I admit it. I've seen many cases where people call each other brothers at ordinary times, but push their brothers out to take the blame when they are in trouble. In this situation where I will die if I stay, he is willing to let me go first. Even if he used a trick, I will admit it. Even if he just said one sentence, I will admit it."

Shaman took a deep breath, and then he said sternly: "You are not afraid of death, but what about your family? Have you ever thought about it?"

Feng Biao said calmly: "I told you, I have a worthless life. I don't even want my own life. Do you think I will be afraid of your threats?"

Shaman was speechless.

Feng Biao continued, "I have only one miserable life left. I have made enough money and fulfilled my wish. I don't care if I die!"

Shaman's eyes rolled around, he was still thinking about how to save the situation.

Finally, Shaman said seriously: "No, no one would not care about his own life. You think there is still someone who can save you, right?"

Feng Biao laughed and said, "I have a rotten life, but I am not a rotten person. In the past, others thought I was a rotten person, that's because they didn't give me a chance to talk to them about loyalty. Now, the boss is loyal enough, so I will talk to him about loyalty. If I want to talk about loyalty, then you don't have to think about it, it's useless!"

Feng Biao keeps saying that he is a worthless person, and maybe he really thinks so, but Shaman doesn't believe it.

Shaman stopped talking and pondered over how to break the impasse.

Feng Biao looked at the open office door, and then he suddenly said, "Close the door."

Sharman was unmoved.

Feng Biao suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot at the door.

The gunshot scared the people blocking the door half to death, and Shaman was also inevitably startled.

Feng Biao pointed at Shaman's head and said seriously: "Even if I can't shoot your head now, I will shoot your leg next time. Do you believe it?"

Shaman was stunned.

Feng Biao continued: "As long as you are not dead, they can't move, but do you want to make a hole in your leg? Do you want to? Now let them close the door, I'll count to three, one, two!"

Shaman immediately said: "Close the door!"

Regarding the issue of whether to close the door, Shaman finally compromised, because he found that the man who dared to hit his head with the butt of a gun might really not be afraid of death and might really dare to shoot him in the leg.

When the door is closed, I feel a little more secure.

Feng Biao let out a long sigh.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the phone rang again.

Feng Biao answered the phone, and Gao Yi whispered on the phone: "We are at the airport, but the airport won't let us go. We can't take off. Let the prince give the order to let the plane go."

Feng Biao looked at Shaman and said, "Give the order for our planes to take off and do not allow the air force to intercept them, otherwise I will kill you." "You may not be afraid of death, but you want your people to survive. Yes, I have found your weakness. You can kill me, but your companions and the Khaled family must die!"

Shaman is really brave and he has real guts.

Shaman suddenly laughed, and said seriously, "Do you think you can achieve your goal by holding me hostage?"

Feng Biao didn't know how to answer because he found that Gao Yi and himself might have really underestimated Shaman's backbone.

Shaman said fiercely: "I would rather die than accept this kind of compromise forced by others. You don't understand me, you really don't understand me!"

Feng Biao looked at Shaman. Shaman glared back at Feng Biao without showing any weakness. Then, he suddenly said, "Let the Khaled family get off the plane. Your companions can go. Listen! Now you have two choices. Either you shoot me to death and all of you will be buried with me, or you can exchange your life for the life of your companion. I'll give you this chance. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."

He just won't compromise, he won't give in, he's really not afraid of death. Now it's Shaman's turn to count on Feng Biao.

Feng Biao stared at Shaman in a daze. Shaman said calmly, "One, two..."

Feng Biao suddenly laughed and whispered, "Do you want to compete with me in ruthlessness?"

"three."

"it is good!"

Feng Biao cheered, then he stood up, patted his belly, lifted up his quick-drying clothes, revealing his balled-up headscarf.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao coldly and said, "Four."

Feng Biao smiled and said, "Your security methods are outdated. Have you heard of fabric explosives?"

Shaman was slightly distracted, but it was only a brief moment, and then he said: "Five..."

Feng Biao saw the letter opener on the table. He picked up the knife with a smile and gestured on his legs twice.

"six."

Feng Biao suddenly raised his hand and stabbed himself in the thigh with a knife.

Shaman was stunned again, and then he stopped counting briefly.

Feng Biao held the gun in his left hand and the knife in his right hand. Then he suddenly cut the knife horizontally before pulling it out.

The blood spurted out all of a sudden, and it was flowing very fast, but not too fast. At least it was not the kind of blood loss that would cause death within a few minutes if the aorta was punctured.

Shaman swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth and said, "Seven!"

Feng Biao let go of the knife, reached into his pocket, and took out the car key.

"This is a remote control. It can drive a car, or it can detonate a bomb."

Shaman looked at the remote control in Feng Biao's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Eight!"

"what!"

Feng Biao suddenly yelled, then he slammed the unlock button on the car key.

Shaman suddenly closed his eyes and subconsciously made a gesture of resistance with his hands.

No sound.

Shaman opened his eyes and looked at Feng Biao. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Biao grinned and said, "It didn't explode because this is a release detonator. Now, if I let go, the bomb will explode!"

Shaman could only grit his teeth and speak nothing. He looked at the bleeding wound on Feng Biao's leg and couldn't even say the word "nine".

Feng Biao laughed twice and said, "I told you to be loyal, but you didn't believe me. You want to compete with me in cruelty? Fine, I'll fight with my life, and you keep counting!"

A word came out of Shaman's mouth.

"Nine!"

Feng Biao continued to laugh, "If I loosen my grip, we will both die. I will not loosen my grip now, but I have cut one of my own blood vessels, so I will definitely bleed to death. My companion died right in front of me. It took about two hours. It may be faster or slower, but it was about two hours."

Shaman couldn't say the number ten.

Feng Biao whispered, "While I still have the strength to hold the remote control, you order the plane to take off. I will let you go once I confirm that your companions are safe. You will be killed in this room. What do you think of this option?"

After saying that, Feng Biao put the gun he had been holding on the table, turned the handle of the gun upside down, pushed it in front of Shaman, and said with a smile: "I know you are really not afraid of death. I really admire your courage, so you can also choose to kill me now. You shoot, I let go, and we die together. This is also an option."

Does Shaman believe there is a bomb?

Does Shaman dare to take the gun?
Shaman looked at the bleeding wound on Feng Biao's leg.

Feng Biao laughed again and said, "You guessed right. We really don't dare to kill you, but I'm going to die now. You understand, right? I won't care about the flood after I die, so you'd better make a decision quickly. If I lose too much blood, I will definitely not be able to hold on and let go. Then even if you don't want to die, you can only die with me."

Shaman took a deep breath, stared into Feng Biao's eyes, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the gun.

Feng Biao closed his eyes and said calmly, "Please be quick, it hurts."

Without the gun, Shaman really wouldn't believe it, but now, he had to believe it.

Shaman suddenly yelled, "Let the plane take off and let them go."

Feng Biao opened his eyes and looked at Shaman calmly.

Shaman suddenly put down the gun that was pointed at Feng Biao, and then he continued to yell: "No interception!"

(End of this chapter)