"The Commander's son was just as unsubstantial as the rest," the man scoffed coldly.
Li Changzhou caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, a man about forty years old with pale complexion who, in the dim light, resembled a corpse lying in a coffin.
Li Changzhou hadn't even heard his heartbeat, and had not noticed him until he made his move.
"A wise man submits to circumstances," Li Changzhou said with a sycophantic smile, "Brother, just say what you need, how much money? Whom do you want to save from the prison?"
"Money? I want your life!" the man pushed the knife deeper, and blood seeped from the neck.
"No, no, no! Brother, let's talk! Let's talk!" Li Changzhou hastily shouted, retracting like a gate outside as he moved backward.
Not following with the knife, the man grabbed Li Changzhou by the collar of his suit and pulled him close, staring at him like nails.
"Swallow this." The man handed him a white pill.
