As for the hospital, the moment Ji Xiangdong stepped into the hospital, he abandoned his usually mild exterior, listening expressionlessly to the unreasonable requirements listed by Zhang Chunlan's husband. Their last word, a demand of a thousand yuan to consider the matter closed.
Ji Xiangdong raised a devilish, cold smile: "Would you dare to spend this money?"
Mister and Missus Zhang Chunlan were upright and honest folk, who'd only stumbled on this plan because a well-meaning friend had suggested it. They thought they could extort some money, or resort to reporting the incident to the authorities. But faced with Ji Xiangdong's cold demeanor, they hesitated. Although it was a time of peace, the hard of heart feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those ready to lay down their lives.
The man standing before them was emitting an aura as icy as a merciless reaper from hell itself, causing them to feel apprehensive.
