Merely killing him is too merciful and won't relieve the hatred in Qin Zhenghao's heart. Before killing him, Qin Zhenghao wants him to experience despair and the humiliation of utter defeat.
"Since you are so sincere, Young Master Qin, I'll take the job. Watch me tonight," Lin Zetian vowed over the phone. Five million is no small sum, and he would earn it.
"Good, once the job is done, five million will be transferred immediately. I await your good news."
"No problem, just wait and see." Lin Zetian, having just snagged a big deal, was in a good mood, making his voice much quieter.
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Driving up to Yunling, Yang Fan had only one feeling: the death track truly lived up to its name.
Most of the road ascending the mountain were zigzagging or U-shaped curves, each with a steep gradient, and not just a few simple bends, but a series of continuous curves. Moreover, the inside of the road was next to cliffs, a collision would almost certainly be fatal.
