"Please, have a seat, Mr. Li. What can I do for you?"
Matou An Yuan gestured with his hand.
Li Ang was direct as he stated:
"I've come for the [Psychic Crystals]. I won't ask for much, just ten. For each one less, how about I kill ten people? By the looks of it, it seems you could handle that."
Although Matou An Yuan's expression seemed unchanged, he had cursed Li Ang in his mind eight hundred times over.
If all the personnel had been here, indeed there would have been more than a hundred staff members. But due to the recent event, at least half had been transferred out, leaving at most seventy to eighty people.
According to his demands, if he doesn't get the [Psychic Crystals], he would kill everyone here and still be owed twenty lives.
"How should I address you?"
"Li."
