"Miss LAN, did you hear that? Scarface is about to knock the door open, you won't be able to escape. I advise you to obediently hand over the account book and I might spare you. If you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite." &Nbsp; Li Cong looked like he was going all out.
He was like a trapped beast that had been forced into a desperate situation. He might be able to survive this crisis if he gave it his all ...
If he didn't fight, then he could only wait for death.
President Lou would not let him off.
If he took the account book and got rid of Lan Xiao, as long as he did it cleanly, no one would find out that he did it.
This was what he did to Yingluo. Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to live.
Lan Xiao had forced him to do this.
&Nbsp; Li Cong's eyes were blood red, the gaze he used to look at Lan Xiao was filled with a blood-red light.
It was as if he would pounce on Lan Xiao at any moment and swallow her whole.
