1.5 million?
"Haha, kid, time to die!" The huge bald man couldn't resist such a temptation. To earn 1.5 million in a year—how many people will never see that much money in their entire lives? He immediately swung the iron rod in his hand, aiming a crushing blow at Bai Xiaofan's head.
If the rod had hit him, even if Bai Xiaofan didn't die, he would surely have been rendered an idiot.
Both Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng had sinister smiles on their faces, as if they could already see Bai Xiaofan beaten down on the ground, begging them to spare him.
However, what shocked them even more occurred next—facing the downward swing of the iron rod, Bai Xiaofan didn't dodge but reached out with one hand and firmly caught the rod.
The huge bald man exerted all his strength to pull back the iron rod, but no matter how hard he tried, the iron rod didn't budge in Bai Xiaofan's grasp.
"What? You want to take this iron rod back?" Bai Xiaofan asked warmly, smiling as if greeting an old friend.
