Watching the sharp edge of the knife, feeling the chill emanating from it, Qiao Wenbin's pupils constricted, his body trembled, and there was a slight wetness between his legs.
At this moment, he was truly scared.
The man before him, White Hair, was ruthless. He wasn't joking—he would really do it!
Lang Feng could tell by the look on Qiao Wenbin's face that the kid was scared, but he wasn't quite there yet.
With that in mind, he picked up the fruit knife and slowly dragged it across the other man's cheek, then gently lowered it to the area between Qiao Wenbin's legs.
"I remember now! I remember now!"
Before Lang Feng could make another move, Qiao Wenbin hastily spoke, "I have two more cards! Two more cards!"
"Together, they total one hundred and fifty million! One hundred and fifty million!"
At this time, Qiao Wenbin's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his back was completely drenched as well.
