"Don't... don't kill me..." The middle-aged man's voice was filled with terror. At this moment, in his eyes, Liu Wentian was simply a god of death, a non-human monster!
Clutching the terrible wound at his waist, his voice trembled, almost turning his intestines green with regret. Why did he provoke such a monster? If he had understood how powerful the other party was, he would never have provoked him!
"Are you willing to pay now? 100,000!" Liu Wentian said indifferently.
"Yes, I'll pay right now. But I don't have cash," the middle-aged man said in panic.
Liu Wentian's eyes glared, and the middle-aged man shuddered in fright, hastily saying, "You misunderstood, I mean I don't have cash, but I can transfer the money to you, right now!"
"Xiaoran, tell him your bank account number." Liu Wentian looked at Sun Xiaoran with a smile and said. The icy expression on his face had disappeared without a trace, making one doubt if he was the same god of death from just moments ago.
