"Choose your death!"
Luo Ji's face darkened as he spat viciously onto the ground.
"I'll throw in an extra thirty thousand for each of you, and if any of you manage to kill her, that person gets an extra one million!"
In the dim light from outside the alley, Nan Yu could see the expressions of the remaining seven brutes—bloodthirsty eyes, like demons from Hell descending upon the mortal realm.
They rubbed their hands in anticipation, their gaze on her resembling that of someone peering at a clueless ant, utterly confident in crushing her.
Nan Yu's eyelids drooped slightly as she gently rotated her wrist and said in a soft voice, "Since you're not choosing, I suppose I'll reluctantly make the choice for you."
Finishing her words, she revealed a sweet smile, filled with disdain.
Their faces grew grim, and they squeezed into the narrow alley, surrounding her with no escape, looking down on her from their vantage point.
