The cruelest fate in the human world?
Staring at Qin Fan's sinister, chilling smile, Du Tiancong felt every hair on his body stand on end. A suffocating despair surged through him, overwhelming the fear that already had him trembling.
"No, no, don't! Please don't!" As he babbled incoherently, Du Tiancong shook his head violently, his very soul seeming to quiver. "It was that woman who instigated me! She's the mastermind! Let me go, let me go! Right, money! I'll pay you! Ten million... no, a hundred million! No... one billion! Ten billion! I'll give you ten billion! Just don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Tears and snot streamed down his face. If not for the image of Qin Fan kicking his mother away moments earlier, Du Tiancong might not have fallen into such complete despair. But because of that terrifying display of power, no matter how optimistic he tried to be, he could see no possibility of a good end for himself.
