"Who sent you?"
Zhou Qing stared coldly at the man in front of him, frowning as he interrogated.
"No matter what kind of promises they've made to you, or how much money they've given you, as long as you're willing to spare me, I'll pay double!"
Playing with the knife in his hand, the man sneered at Zhou Qing and then said, "Do I look like someone without morals? If you're to blame, it's because you've offended too many people. When you see the King of Hell, you can get some clarity!"
After he finished speaking, the man no longer hesitated and swiftly charged toward Zhou Qing.
Seeing Liu Min had already run behind him, Zhou Qing prepared to slip away too.
He had just been buying time for Liu Min.
But now it seemed a bit too late to leave.
Before Zhou Qing could take a few steps, the man had already lunged at him from behind, raising the knife in his hand.
Zhou Qing couldn't dodge in time and felt a burst of pain in his stomach—the man's knife had already stabbed him!
