The evening sun, like blood, dyed the sky red; a streak of golden light fell down, landing on the old lady's wrinkled face, giving an impression of horror, as if she was a demon crawling out of hell. Her deep-set eyes slightly narrowed, the light of scrutiny flickering within, locked onto Luo Zheng, while the armed personnel around were all vigilantly watching Luo Zheng, poised as if facing a formidable foe.
Luo Zheng calmly looked into the old lady's eyes and said quietly, "It depends on you. If you think it's wealth, then it's wealth. If you think not, then it isn't. It doesn't matter what I say."
"Hahaha, interesting. I've seen many people like you, playing mind games with me. You're still too inexperienced. Get out." The old lady scoffed coldly, slamming an M9 army knife onto the table, issuing an order to drive them away.
