Ouyang Yan covered his face and stared at her, who was speaking with ease. That peculiar feeling, strange yet oddly unoffensive, surged within him once again.
She was absolutely incapable of making people dislike her—despite daring to slap him earlier. Watching her speak like this, without looking at him as though he were a freak, even at this point, she was still thinking about a deal.
Ouyang Yan looked at her with a half-smile: "You think I’ll agree to this deal with you?"
Qin Miaomiao nodded. "You will. Thirty million. If you don’t repay it, I’ll be your creditor. And being in debt probably doesn’t feel too great, right? Ouyang Yan, you’re soone who takes the rules of the underworld seriously, aren’t you? You wouldn’t want people pointing at your backbone and cursing you, I assu?"
"Also, you’re not planning to kill , and you even seem interested in sleeping with . Since you want to sleep with , shouldn’t your attitude be a bit better? What if I’m cowardly and afraid to die, forced by circumstances to agree to sleep with you? Shouldn’t you try to butter up a little more?"
Ouyang Yan: .....
He’d never even considered this. Sleep with her? Sure. But he should think about the mood of the person being slept with?
"I could force myself on you at any ti."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so this is your idea of fun as Boss Ou? If you really enjoy forcing things, why don’t you go force yourself on a sow? Listening to a sow’s screams might give you an even bigger thrill."
Ouyang Yan felt that negotiations couldn’t continue. This Qin Miaomiao never played by the rules, and yet, he didn’t find her repulsive—not in the slightest!
He even liked it—imnsely so—enjoying their conversations as if they shared the sa world.
In this world full of foolish and dull people, it was truly rare to find soone like her.
Toward her, he found himself showing more indulgence.
"Fine, I can take you to see Mr. Jiu. But let make this clear beforehand: you only have a few hours."
"Why?"
"Because I’m going to kill him. If he stays alive, he’s an enormous threat to ."
Ninth Master Su was no saint—that kind of dangerous figure needed to be eliminated once and for all!
Qin Miaomiao’s heart chilled. Her complexion darkened as she said calmly, "Take to see him."
He walked ahead, while Qin Miaomiao’s gaze fell on his neck, considering how to strike—how to kill him most directly and efficiently?
As she was thinking about it, he suddenly stopped walking and said in a deep voice, "Your Ninth Uncle is inside. I’ll give you fifteen minutes."
Qin Miaomiao wasted no ti and pushed the door open. A figure clad in a black Tang suit!
That face—handso and elegant, yet sharp—was indeed Ninth Uncle!
Mr. Jiu was startled to see her: "How did you end up captured as well?"
"I volunteered to be captured, Ninth Uncle. Are you alright?"
"I’m fine. What about Lu Qing? Why didn’t he protect you and let you end up in such a dangerous situation?"
"This has nothing to do with Lu Qing. I willingly put myself in danger."
Mr. Jiu frowned deeply, pressing his hand against his chest:
"Stay away from . Otherwise, I might lose control and feel like slapping you."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"Ninth Uncle, do you know where Xiao Chen is being held?"
"Him? He’s here too?"
"Seems like after you were captured, you weren’t inford of the situation. Wait a mont."
She suddenly pulled out sothing from sowhere—a pill-like object—and handed it to him, speaking in a low voice:
"Ninth Uncle, this is from Qiao. He said its power is imnse—a micro-bomb. Keep it handy and use it when the ti cos!"
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