"Bastard!"
Han Yu roared into the phone, his face contorted with fury.
It was already six o'clock, peak dinner time, the busiest period at Qianda Plaza. Having him kill Song Zhiheng in public at this time was an impossible challenge thrust upon him.
Once he made his move, he would become a murderer! Even if Old Mr. Song and Lord Yue wanted to help him get off the hook, it would be difficult given the conclusive evidence.
But if he didn't act, the other party might very well use Qingya to threaten him.
"I'll give you one minute to think, after one minute, if you don't do as I say, I'll livestream it and let you watch how my brothers play with your woman!"
With a sinister laugh, the man in the mask said, "Countdown begins! Sixty... fifty-nine..."
"Aaaah!"
