Hearing the last sentence, the Little Demon King visibly shivered while squatting on the ground. He looked up pitifully at Director Cheng and his wife and whimpered, "Grandpa, Grandma... Save me, please save me....."
Mu Jiawen turned back and sneered, "Save you? You had the guts to run into my house and fight with me, didn't you say you wanted to kill me and Xiaohei? What's wrong? Got scared now?"
Finally, two glistening teardrops appeared in the Little Demon King's eyes, seemingly on the verge of falling as he looked at Mu Jiawen, yet he didn't dare to make a sound.
Mu Jiawen said coldly, "Remember this—if Xiaohei gets even the slightest injury from now on, I'm holding you responsible."
At this, Director Cheng instructed his wife, "Go get the money."
"Are we really giving twenty thousand?" His wife was extremely reluctant.
