Mo Zhi was beside himself with fury.
He realized that if he didn't manage to get the money, he would never be able to free himself from the evil clutches of Big Belly. If that were to happen, he would forever live a disgusting and appalling life. He might be better off dead!
But if he was going to die, he would take a scapegoat down with him.
Hence as he charged towards Li Shu, he withdrew a knife.
It was the sort of large fruit knife that was used to cut open melons, it was sharp.
The reporters with sharp eyes quickly retreated when they saw the fruit knife. At once, everyone got out of the way.
Very quickly, Mo Zhi came up to Li Shu.
This was in all probability the bravest thing the man had ever done in his life.
He stared at his knife as it was about to pierce Li Shu's chest, as he was about to cut off her last breath, focusing all of his hatred on it. Then, darkness fell over.
Shh.
