Qiao Yaoran still spoke slowly, as if everything was in the palm of his hand.
"No, no," Huang Zhong was genuinely heartbroken. If one hundred billion was given to Qiao Yaoran, then he wouldn't have much money left.
"Cut off his hand." Qiao Yaoran suddenly became ruthless.
Huang Zhong shouted loudly, "I will give it, I will give it."
"You don't seem very willing!"
"I am willing, I am willing."
Huang Zhong was about to cry. He had been doing this for so long, yet it was the first time he encountered someone so tough. Could it really be true that as the saying goes, Heaven is watching what people are doing?
Today, he might really fall into Qiao Yaoran's hands.
"Mm, then let my assistant withdraw the money first."
Huang Zhong's little schemes were instantly seen through. He looked at Qiao Yaoran incredulously, wondering how he knew what he was thinking.
"The password!"
Qiao Yaoran's assistant spoke up.
Huang Zhong froze.
