Han Fei had never shown such intense murderous intent towards anyone; his voice seemed to freeze the air in the hospital room.
The man standing beside the hospital bed shuddered, looking at Han Fei with disbelief.
"How, how are you here?"
The dazzling knife blade touched the ground, and Han Fei rushed towards the hospital bed with the fastest speed. In the blink of an eye, he had pressed the cold blade against the other's neck.
"Let go."
If it weren't for the fear of breaking that fragile medical tube, the man's head might have already fallen to the ground.
"Your mother won't live much longer; she just needs to die a few days earlier for us to receive a large sum of money, enough for us to live a life of leisure for the rest of our lives." The man slowly loosened the tube, "Your mother would probably want you to live happily. If she knew her life could be exchanged for so much money, she would certainly agree to it..."
