"What do you want?" Mo Qi had no desire to waste words with Fang Min. Their positions were irreconcilable; arguing about right and wrong was pointless.
Since Fang Min had led him here, she surely had a backup plan.
Fang Min tossed a knife, and it landed before Mo Qi.
"It's simple. Sever the tendons in your own hands and feet." Fang Min forced the vicious words out through gritted teeth.
She already knew Mo Qi wasn't the man he used to be; his physique was terrifyingly powerful.
Mo Qi picked up the knife. "If I do this," he asked, "will you return Uncle Niu's remains to me?"
"You're not in a position to negotiate with me." Fang Min held up three fingers. "I'll count to three. If you're still just standing there, I'll let the dogs loose."
"Of course, you could also ignore all this and just walk away. I won't stop you."
Without giving Mo Qi any time to think, Fang Min began counting the moment she finished speaking.
"One."
"Two."
