Zhan Moxiao had always stood with his back to the moonlight, the supermarket boss had never been able to see his face clearly, and in his eyes, Zhan Moxiao was the God of Death in the Dark Night.
He thought that handing over the account number and password would ensure his safety, but he still faced the final judgment. Kneeling on the ground, he kept kowtowing, "Sir, please spare me, it's all the trouble caused by money, I realize my mistake, please spare me, I have an elderly mother and young child to take care of, please show some mercy, spare me."
Yet, Zhan Moxiao showed no compassion, he was never lenient to his enemies, and his heart was certainly hard as stone, "To spare you is God's business, and my duty is to send you to meet God, so, your son will safely return to your mother, but you and your wife... just wait for the legal punishment."
