"If I chop off your limbs, gouge out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and turn you into a human stick, Tycoon, tell me, would your arranged men still blow up the villa?" Liu Chen asked indifferently.
He was by no means a good person, and his past as an assassin had hardened his heart like iron. How could he easily let off someone who had schemed against him?
Tian Xiong's face turned ashen, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the sofa, fear, resentment, and deep regret filled his heart, but he had to answer.
"As long as I'm not dead, they won't press the button," he uttered each word deliberately, and after speaking, Tian Xiong's body seemed to collapse, swaying twice.
"Oh, then I declare, your punishment begins now," Liu Chen pronounced without a trace of emotion.
"Wait, can I buy my sin off with money?" Tian Xiong was terrified at the thought of becoming a "human stick," but he was still clear-headed, instantly thinking of the omnipotent US Dollar.
