Xun Dong wasn't afraid at all, for nothing was scarier than poverty.
Because he was about to receive a hundred thousand yuan, Xun Dong was as happy as a child.
At that moment, two strong lights struck him. Xun Dong instinctively closed his eyes and raised his hands to block the glare. He heard a car stop not far from him.
Then, a woman's voice rang out in the quiet night, deeply alluring.
"Are you Xun Dong? I have been sent by Jian Zhiguo to deliver your money. But the money isn't in my car right now, it's somewhere else. Get in my car, and I'll take you there." The assistant's voice sounded quite captivating.
Xun Dong felt a constant itch in his heart, as if it had been scratched by a cat.
As soon as Xun Dong sat in the passenger seat, his hands began to wander.
