"The information has been drawn up, as long as they're not dead, I have ways of making them talk," Gu Jiangnian's cold voice rang out in the yard, his angered face bearing countless unquenchable fires.
At this moment, he wanted to kill.
To shred that beast into a thousand pieces, he thought he couldn't overturn the palm of his hand, but unexpectedly, there was some skill.
Some skill?
Not in a hurry, he had plenty of ways to make him wish for death but be unable to achieve it.
Every time he thought about how close Jiang Muwan was to danger, he wished he could reach out and strangle someone to death.
"Have the main house guarded tightly."
Was Gu Jiangnian a good person?
He wasn't.
All his good appearances were thanks to his identity as the richest man in C City; in reality, he was more terrifying than a murderer. Murderers killed and shed blood, but he, he killed without shedding blood.
