"You really know how to put on a show," Qin Lin said, genuinely amused as he watched Shen Zhao stick his head out, presenting his neck as if ready for the slaughter.
"Cut the crap, Qin Lin!" Shen Zhao glared at him, his expression growing more deranged. "Stop wasting my time. You have two choices: get lost, or crack my head open and kill me! Go on, hurry up and choose! I can't wait to die!"
"Is that right?" Qin Lin glanced at the shamelessly defiant Shen Zhao, then turned his playful gaze to the landlord. "Do you want to die with him?"
"I—" The landlord instinctively took three steps back, terrified that Qin Lin would actually attack.
Knowing it would be unwise to resort to violence now, Qin Lin gave the landlord a cold look. "I can move out, but you'll have to pay the penalty for breaking the contract. That's the law."
"You—this—"
