"Liu Hongli, helping me is helping yourself. I'll ask you one last time, are you willing to help or not?"
Jiang Xiaobai was no longer willing to waste time on Liu Hongli. To Jiang Xiaobai, scumbags like Liu Hongli who had no sense of shame were disgusting to even look at. Let Ma Jiu deal with this trash.
"Jiang Xiaobai, I really can't help you. Even if you kill me, I won't go against Liu Changhe." Liu Hongli made his stance clear.
"Alright, Uncle Third, you've won." Jiang Xiaobai patted Liu Hongli on the shoulder, then stood up and left the hotel.
Liu Hongli didn't expect Jiang Xiaobai to let him off so easily. He felt so pleased with himself that he even forgot about the punch Jiang Xiaobai had thrown at him.
Not long after Jiang Xiaobai left, Liu Hongli also left the hotel. Coming out to the blinding daylight, Liu Hongli was still adjusting to the light when a sack was thrown over his head, plunging his world into darkness.
