"Within twenty-four hours, you can either wire the cash or arrange a stock swap. Complete the delivery of one hundred billion. If you're a minute late, I'll kill your entire family!"
Of course, Qin Fan knew that one hundred billion wasn't ten million. Expecting Li Juncheng to produce it immediately was completely unrealistic, so he smirked and gave a twenty-four-hour deadline.
His threat delivered, just as Li Wenxuan's breath was about to give out, Qin Fan released his grip and simultaneously slapped her hard on the back.
"COUGH! COUGH!"
Following the slap, Li Wenxuan coughed violently. The air that had been stuck in her throat was finally dislodged, and her breathing gradually returned to normal. From heaven to Hell, from the Ghost Gate back to the human world—in that brief moment, Li Wenxuan had experienced true life and death.
