Chapter 673: Exchange of hostages

At this time, the arsenal.
Tang Nuanhua and Ming Ye were discussing how to rescue their father. By coincidence, Baicheng called.
Wei Wei glanced at the phone screen, Ming Ye found that it was an unfamiliar number, and she couldn't help but twist her eyebrows slightly.
"what happened?"
Tang Nuanhua realized that Ming Ye’s expression was a bit wrong, so he leaned his head and glanced at his mobile phone screen, and suddenly smiled, "What number is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
It was a long and complicated number. It looked a bit like a harassing call from a virtual website.
"Mingye, didn't you secretly browse some unscrupulous website and leaked your privacy?" Tang Nuanhua suddenly laughed and teased.
Ming Ye immediately gave her a blank look, "Your uncle, what nonsense are you talking about."
In his capacity as Ming Ye, he wants a woman to catch a lot of them. Do you need to browse that kind of website?
Besides, his mobile phone is set to block harassment, and ordinary harassing calls cannot be made at all.
"Hehehe, I'm just kidding."
Tang Nuan painted anxiously when he saw Ming Ye, and hurriedly smiled hippiely, "But since everyone is calling, you can take a look, what if I have business with you?"
It seems to say that too.
So Mingye lined up to answer, and then asked unceremoniously, "Hello? Who are you?"
Not thinking about the next second, a familiar laugh suddenly came over there, "I didn't expect you to be a famous arms tycoon. Last time you came to the dungeon, I didn't know your identity. You were disrespectful and disrespectful. "
"you are?"
Mingye felt inexplicably familiar when he heard this voice. The next second, he suddenly reacted, "Are you Baicheng?"
Baicheng?
Hearing the name, Tang Nuanhua immediately opened his eyes and pricked his ears, and then listened carefully to the movement on the phone.
"Tsk tusk, you are really a noble man, how forgetful you are!"
Suddenly, Baicheng smiled heartily, and continued, "The last time you just messed up my dungeon, I thought you forgot me."
"Really? How can I easily forget a person like you?"
Mingye also smiled, but he was impatient to rant with Baicheng, so he said straightforwardly, "I made trouble in your dungeon last time. I'm really sorry, but you are calling today, what's the matter? ?"
"Something happened, of course something happened."
Baicheng's smiling face remained the same, as if he was not aggressive at all, but his words gradually became sharper invisibly, "If I remember correctly, when you left me last time, you seemed to take away what belonged to me, right? "
"thing?"
Hearing these two words, Ming Ye seemed to smile sarcastically, "So that's how you called your subordinates? It's really creative."
Unexpectedly, Song Yijun was actually just one thing in Baicheng's mouth, and Mingye felt a little ridiculous inexplicably.
Baicheng didn't care, "How do I call it, isn't it my business?"
"Yes, yes, that's your freedom of course." Ming Ye smiled, and didn't bother to argue about whether or not these were.
Baicheng snorted coldly and continued, "There is a good saying that hitting a dog depends on the owner. You took away my things silently this time. Should you give me an explanation and return the property to the original owner? ?"
Having said that, Baicheng's meaning is basically certain, he is here to ask for someone this time.
Mingye and Tang Nuanhua looked at each other at this time, and the corners of their mouths twitched together.
In fact, they had waited for three days, and what they had waited was Baicheng's words.
As long as Baicheng always begs them, he can naturally propose to use his father in exchange, which is exactly what Tang Nuan's painting wants.
However, in order to appear passive, Ming Ye still pretended to be ignorant and smiled, "Excuse me, I don't know what you are talking about."
"What the did I take from you? I would like to trouble you to make things clear. I don't like to owe others something."
"Oh?"
Bai Cheng was taken aback, and it seemed that Ming Ye would choose to pretend to be stupid, his facial expression was obviously a little unhappy.
However, since the other party was like this, Baicheng had no choice but to resist his anger and confess, "Since you don’t understand, then I’ll tell you directly. You came to my dungeon three days ago, and walked away when you left. I am one of my subordinates, her name is Song Yijun, you should always admit this, right?"
Hearing this, Ming Ye and Tang Nuan painting looked at each other and smiled again, and said that there was something to play.
But on the surface, Ming Ye still had a nonchalant tone, and continued to pretend to be stupid, "Oh, I remembered it, it seems that there is something like this, what's the matter? I just asked Miss Song to be a guest. Isn't it all right?"
"you!"
Bai Cheng is also a smart person anyway. How can he not tell that Ming Ye is playing stupid and teasing him, and his tone instantly becomes angry, "Ming Ye, I don't think I need to make it clearer?"
"Song Yijun is my next hall master. I called you today to redeem her. If appropriate, we will meet to discuss this matter. How about?"
The topic finally opened up.
After hearing this, Ming Ye and Tang Nuan's painting laughed, and then they didn't bother to tease Baicheng any more, so they simply opened the skylight to speak brightly.
Tang Nuanhua directly took the phone and said with a smile, "Big Brother Baicheng, did you just say that you want us to return Song Yijun to you? Okay, then you can just replace it with my father."
"Your father?"
When Baicheng heard the words, he was a little funny, as if he finally understood something, "Miss Tang, it turns out that this is what you meant?"
"That's natural."
Tang Nuan painting doesn’t mind that Baicheng knows his purpose, so his tone is very open.
At the beginning, Song Yijun kidnapped mine secretly, but now I’m just treating his body by his own way. Is there anything wrong with that? Isn't it right?"
"Hehe, Miss Tang, you are really simple and straightforward."
It was the first time that Baicheng saw a talking woman like Tang Nuanhua. She had a beautiful skin, but she spoke so straightforwardly and without any muddling.
So Baicheng didn't talk nonsense, "Well, since Miss Tang wants your father, and I want my men, then we can be considered a fair deal."
"Why not, we will meet in a fighting game tomorrow noon and exchange hostages, how about?" Baicheng proposed.
"Fighting game? What is that place?" Tang Nuan painted a little confused.
Baicheng smiled inexplicably, "I think Mingye should be very familiar with this place, right? Let him take you there then."