Drip, drip, drip…
The countdown needle struck Tao Pinggui's heart like raindrops.
Thirty seconds had unknowingly passed, with cold sweat beading Tao Pinggui's forehead like rain, his fists clenched then released, released then clenched again.
Two billion! That was a full two billion!
Mo Han, that son of a turtle, he's sucking my blood!
"Chairman Tao, you've got fifteen seconds left."
Just then, Mo Han's voice, devilish as ever, echoed in his ear.
"Ah! It's so itchy!"
And at that very moment, the pain and itch started up again in his lower body, feeling like tens of thousands of ants were biting and gnawing at his wound.
"Boss Tao! You can't hesitate anymore!"
Tao Wu hurried over, his voice grave, "Otherwise, you really will have to amputate!"
"Amputate?"
Tao Pinggui jerked his head up, and thinking of this consequence, he shouted as if howling, "I agree! Two billion, I agree!"
