Ma Guangyuan's heart was in a panic, but he feigned composure on the surface, thinking his act was flawless. Chen Xuan was deliberately bluffing him, and he couldn't afford to mess up.
Chen Xuan leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Ma Guangyuan, I know exactly what you're thinking."
"There are only two purposes for your actions. First, if those twelve underground fighters manage to kill me tonight, you'll have no worries about telling Ma Ting the truth and being the good guy. Plus, you can indirectly help your son Ma Wenqiang get back at me, since it was I who sent him to prison, and you've always held that grudge."
"Secondly, if they die at my hands, you can take the opportunity to frame Ma Ting, have me get rid of her for you, offend the Qian Family, and profit from the conflict between us."
"Either outcome, you stand to gain without any losses!"
Chen Xuan looked at him with a sneer, "Did I say anything wrong?"
