Qian Mian's voice turned sinister: "Mr. Tang, if you don't want to die silently, pay attention to your tone. Don't anger me!"
The killing aura that seeped through these words finally calmed Tang Youcai's agitated nerves.
He breathed heavily and said to Qian Mian: "I'm sorry, my mistake, I was too agitated! But one hundred million is really too much, can it be less?"
"NO, NO, NO!" Qian Mian laughed again: "Dear Mr. Tang, we at Poison Wolf Guild do not engage in bargaining! If within one hour, we don't receive one hundred million in the account we provided,
then prepare yourself to join those two in the coffin, goodbye!"
After saying that, Qian Mian hung up the call.
Hearing the beeping from the phone, Tang Youcai angrily threw his mobile against the wall.
"Fak, damn Poison Wolf Guild, damn Southern Emperor, damn Lin Yunxi, Fak!" Tang Youcai screamed in twisted rage, scaring the masseuse into cowering in the corner.
