"I'm worth 50 million. If you spare me, the money is yours! Not only that, I have three mistresses. One's a female singer, one's a young model, and one's a foreign woman. As long as you spare my life, I'll give you all three women. They listen to me. I guarantee they'll make you comfortable, like an emperor..."
To save his own skin, Niu Bi laid all his cards on the table. He knew that if Lin Feng got him to the Police Bureau, considering his criminal record, his only outcome was execution by firing squad. If he was executed, he'd lose everything. Therefore, his money and women, being material possessions, might as well be traded for his life.
Fifty million and three women—quite the bargaining chips!
Lin Feng was also inwardly astonished. He hadn't expected Niu Bi to be this wealthy. Just moments ago, Niu Bi had told Jack he only had 5 million, but in the blink of an eye, it had become 50 million. Could this guy have even more stashed away—a net worth of 500 million?
