"A hundred million? Is that to shoo away a beggar?"
Han Yu snorted coldly through his nose, drew his dagger, and plunged it violently into Su Hongtao's thigh.
"Don't…"
Before Su Hongtao could even cry out, the dagger had already stabbed into his thigh.
Suddenly, streams of fresh red blood flowed down along the blade's edge; he sweated cold sweat from his forehead, his lips turned pale, and his face lost all color.
Han Yu bent down to stand in front of Su Hongtao, revealing a devil-like smile, "I'll give you another chance, you'd better grasp it well."
"Otherwise, the next stab won't be here!"
As he spoke, his gaze landed between Su Hongtao's legs.
Su Hongtao inhaled sharply, his legs trembling uncontrollably, knowing that the demon before him truly meant what he said.
"Fifty billion! Fifty billion!"
