At this moment, Fan Zhenhua was already collapsed on the ground in fear.
Now, without Doucai, he has lost his final trump card.
"Du, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, I'm willing to give you all my property!"
"Is that so? That's what you said!" Du Chuan asked with a cold smile.
"I said it, as long as you spare my life, I'll give you everything!"
Fan Zhenhua knelt on the ground, bowing his head in desperation.
He knew clearly that here, honesty was more important than anything.
Once you've made a bet, if they win, taking your life is naturally justified, and no one will stop them.
So, Fan Zhenhua was terrified, pleading with Jiang Chuan and Du Chuan for forgiveness.
Du Chuan turned to look at Jiang Chuan, who only gave a slight smile.
He was naturally aware of Du Chuan's purpose this time—to reclaim the property, as for Fan Zhenhua's life, whatever Du decides is fine with him.
"Alright, given the circumstances, I will spare you."
