"You're insane. That's not the madam's order,"
Mike tried to break free from his grip, shouting loudly amidst the howling wind: "Zhong, those who understand the current affairs are wise. The madam's orders are indeed important, but we don't need to antagonize money. Once the job is done, we three can split the money. Afterwards, we can leave the madam and make our own way in the world as brothers."
"You're too naive. Do you think there will be a good outcome from defying the madam's orders? You're opposing the entire Black Hand, who exactly told you to do this?" Zhong increased the strength in his hands, probably because of their argument, and the continuously sleeping Niannian suddenly started crying loudly, which made Mike even more irritable. He rolled down the car window to the max, attempting to throw the child off the bridge.
The bridge was tens of meters high, with raging waters below. If the child really fell, there was no chance of survival.
