"So, are you lending me the money or not?"
Lin Chu twirled the airsoft pistol around his finger. The car was still moving at a good clip, and though his heartbeat was gradually slowing, a feeling completely different from before welled up inside him.
He had naturally been panicked when the gun was pointed at him. After all, death is the great equalizer. But facing it at such close range was like having a Category 12 typhoon sweep through his mind. Certain shackles, places where he'd felt stuck, had been unceremoniously hacked apart and destroyed.
'What does it mean to be worth ten billion?'
'It means people will point "guns" at you from time to time.'
'Because you have too much.'
Huh?
Zhuang Yingcheng's smile froze when he heard Lin Chu speak. He had anticipated several possible reactions, with anger and fury being the most likely, but he never imagined Lin Chu would come out with a line like that.
'Clearly, he hadn't been scared witless.'
