"O-One million?" Luo Qingcheng's red lips parted in disbelief, thinking she must have misheard.
"What's the matter?" Chen Xiaobei said, letting his gaze shamelessly roam over her petite frame. "Luo Qingcheng, if it weren't for the fact that we're old acquaintances, I'd say one million is too little."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he continued, crossing his arms with an air of detachment. "Your grandpa's about to kick the bucket. You can have your money, or you can have his life. You decide!"
"You little brat, you're courting death!" Jiang Feng snarled, rolling up his sleeves. His muscles rippled, a clear sign of a trained martial artist.
Chen Xiaobei, however, wasn't fazed in the slightest. Even ten Jiang Fengs wouldn't be enough to trouble him.
