Bai Xi's expression remained completely placid. She lifted her foot off Qi Ba's face, then, seemingly by accident, delivered a vicious kick to his chest.
Qi Ba had just flashed a smug smile when a piercing pain tore through his chest. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Bai Xi stepped on his face once more. Pressing down hard enough to distort his features, she leaned in slightly and warned, "Next time, I might just crush your skull completely."
Her voice was cold and ruthless. To Qi Ba, she sounded like a cold-blooded demon. She really was going to kill him. Panic fully set in.
"No, don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want," he hastily begged for mercy. He still had so much money and so many beauties left to enjoy. How could he bear to die now?
