"Stop! Did I say you could leave?"
Watching Zhao Lin's movement, Lu Tianxing spoke quietly, his voice not loud but his tone left no room for doubt.
Perhaps intimidated by Lu Tianxing's previously ruthless actions, Zhao Lin instinctively froze on the spot, motionless. Then, realizing how foolish he looked, he turned back, staring at Lu Tianxing with hatred in his eyes.
With a ferocious look, Zhao Lin said to Lu Tianxing, "Lu Tianxing, you're dead meat this time. Daring to offend me, I'll see to it that you won't have a grave to be buried in. I'll see whether your bones are harder or my bullets. No, I won't kill you. I'll whittle you down to a human stick and make you wish you were dead."
Lu Tianxing completely ignored Zhao Lin's words, his gaze still fixed on Zhao Quan, calm and collected, as if he were chatting with an old friend, he asked softly, "Is the money ready?"
Zhao Quan sneered coldly, looking down on Lu Tianxing. In his mind, Lu Tianxing was a nobody.
