Inside the grass hut, Chen Xiaozhi was trembling on the ground with a gun pointed at his head.
Once the tyrant of Southeast Asia, now like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he didn't even have the courage to look up at Qi Yun.
He swallowed with difficulty, "Money... I'll pay for my life, would... would thirty million USD be enough?"
"Where's the ledger?" Qi Yun glanced at him, his tone completely cold.
Chen Xiaozhi's body stiffened, he raised his head suddenly, disbelief etched on his face as he looked at Qi Yun.
That ledger was his most core secret, his one chance to turn things around, and he had never told anyone about it.
How did this guy in front of him know!
Qi Yun didn't care about his shock and slowly took out a cigarette case, "You have one minute left."
Chen Xiaozhi's face instantly lost all color, his eyes filled with terror and struggle.
