Feng Lin hadn't spoken, when Xu Ruoying, with a sullen expression, stepped forward.
She pointed at Pu Nanqiang and said, "This is a woman's matter, you don't need to worry about it. He's already married!"
"His wife, wouldn't be you, would it?"
Pu Nanqiang's lips curled into an arc, "You've enhanced yourself well, but when it comes to plastic surgery, our country is number one."
"You motherf—"
"Enough!"
Feng Lin grabbed Xu Ruoying's arm.
Whether she was augmented or not, he, of course, knew very well.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in your artificially created beauties,"
Feng Lin shook his head, "If the child born later is too ugly, I would be afraid others will say it's not my own."
"Then let's make a different deal, exchange their lives here for your treasure."
Pu Nanqiang's face turned suddenly ice-cold as he looked at the people around him.
"Correct! Mr. Cui can kill these people in the blink of an eye. If you don't want them dead, hand over the treasure."
