Listening to Aoyama Xiu Xin's words.
Mizutani Shogo felt angry and unwilling, his face alternating between pale and flushed. What had been an excellent situation now took a sharp turn for the worse, and he regretted not taking action sooner.
"Why should I believe you? What if I hand over the photos and you still frame me for murder?" Mizutani Shogo, face pressed against the ground, gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed down harder with his foot.
"Ah!" Mizutani Shogo screamed in pain, feeling as if his face were being scraped by the gravel on the ground.
Aoyama Xiu Xin looked down at him with disdain, "Of course, because you have no bargaining chips now."
"Aoyama Xiu Xin, don't push me too far. We might as well die together!" Mizutani Shogo breathed heavily, speaking fiercely, "At worst, I go to jail, but without the photos, Heize Xin will definitely die. When you think about it, I still come out ahead."
