"Boss Jin Ye, let me tell you, anyone who can easily cough up a million Yajin is definitely a rich man. Maybe he's got another million in his pocket. Just give us the client's information, and we'll go kill the guy and rob him blind!"
As he spoke, Jin Ye drew closer and closer to him. Then suddenly, his eyes flew open, staring deathly into Jin Ye's murderous gaze.
"Boss, what... what are you doing?"
"What else? I'm murdering someone, of course!"
"But... why are you... wh..."
He looked down at his own chest, where Jin Ye's hand, like the claw of a zombie, had easily torn through and invaded his body. And there, in this man's grasp, was his own heart!
"I should've suspected you a long time ago!"
Jin Ye said coldly to his long-time underling, each word deliberate, while he continued to squeeze relentlessly. The other man felt his heart being compressed under Jin Ye's forceful grip, a sensation of chilling coldness spreading through his body, decidedly uncomfortable.
