"Let my daughter go, and I will naturally give you the money. Otherwise, how can you expect me to trust you?" Jiang Qianhe remained unmoved, her checkbook slightly raised in her hand before she casually placed it back into her pocket.
"Heh, Jiang Qianhe, since you're obviously seeking death, then I can hardly be blamed for not showing you any mercy. Remember the finger I lost back in the day?"
Upon hearing Jiang Qianhe's words, the bearded man suddenly laughed, a genuinely happy laugh, and lifted his right hand. Where his little finger should have been was empty, making it look quite odd.
"I chopped it off myself, of course I remember!" Jiang Qianhe's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone remaining calm as she spoke.
"Good, very good, as long as you don't deny it!" The bearded man stepped down from his seat and swaggered over to Jiang Qianhe.
