"It really was you." He took his hand back, as Zhan Dongdong's wounds had not yet healed, and he easily wrested the knife away from her. Now it was his turn, lifting her chin with the knife, "Who sent you to kill me?"
She didn't hesitate, admitting outright, "New Moon Town, Pang Xiao."
"Who are you?"
She remained still, allowing his knife to near her throat, "Wanggerili, San Badao."
The identity of Zhan Dongdong was fake; the real Zhan Dongdong had died long ago. She had stolen someone's identity and even inherited their vast fortune.
She was such an unscrupulous character, never showing mercy to anyone.
If she had any mercy, she would have died eight hundred times over.
Su Qinghou asked again, "How much did Pang Xiao pay you?"
"Three hundred million."
"Am I only worth three hundred million?" he cursed, jabbing her forehead with the handle of the knife, "You've never seen the world!"
Zhan Dongdong touched her head and chuckled, "It's more than that."
