"I..."
"I got the money by having a few of my business partners cook the books and issue fake invoices..." Yu Antai confessed.
"But that's twenty million!" His wife, Ma Lanfang, her face pale, exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me? You could have at least let me buy a designer handbag!"
Yu Antai: "..."
Niu Dalei: "..."
Su Xuan, lying on the workbench: "..."
"Ahem!"
Niu Dalei cleared his throat. "Twenty million is a lot, I'll grant you that. But it's only enough to save two of you—ten million each. One of you still has to die. Pick one!"
"Sir, you can't do this!"
"Please, show some mercy!"
"Please, let our family of three go!"
The moment Yu Antai heard that twenty million could only save two of them, he immediately panicked, wailing and begging Niu Dalei.
"No deal!" Niu Dalei pointed to his own face. "See this? The resort staff burned me. I showed you mercy, but who's going to show me mercy?"
"Hurry up and pick someone!"
