"If you don't want her dead, then agree to the deal." Qi Hui sneered, brushing aside Chi He's hand as he made his demand.
Chi He dared not gamble with Chi Yu's life. Qi Hui had become a madman devoid of scruples, capable of anything.
Glaring at Qi Hui with murderous intent, Chi He felt an uncontrollable surge of fury, yet Qi Hui only found pleasure in it.
Lighting a cigarette, Qi Hui casually tossed the lighter onto the table, exhaling a lazy stream of smoke as he watched Chi He stiffen like a trapped beast. Leisurely, he twisted the knife deeper, playing with Chi He's fraying nerves. "I reckon the young lady must be growing tired from shopping. The sniper has his orders—if his employer fails to achieve his goal, the target does not leave the mall. So, President Chi, you have exactly five minutes to decide."
What Chi He owed Chi Yu could never be repaid, not even if he lost everything.
A mere dock—if Qi Hui wanted a share, he could have it.
