Zhao Hu was completely deflated, tears and snot running down his face.
"Liang Zi, I really didn't mean it. Are you going to kill me over two hundred thousand? Is it worth it? Besides, do you think you can escape after you kill me?"
"Don't worry, as long as you let me go today, I promise not to hold you responsible for anything, I swear to heaven, isn't that enough?"
At this point, how could Zhao Hu possibly hope for Zhang Xiaowei to suddenly come to his rescue? He could only beg Liang Zi incessantly.
Liang Zi's eyes were filled with a menacing glare, clearly set on his decision.
Standing outside the house, Zhang Xiaowei saw that things had come to this point; if he didn't go in now, who knows if Zhao Hu would end up getting stabbed.
"Were you talking about me just now?"
Zhang Xiaowei walked into the room calmly, a smile on his face, and asked a question.
All three people in the room were stunned on the spot.
