Lin Qiye said nothing, merely watching him in silence.
"Are you a kidnapper or an assassin? Who sent you? How much did he pay you? I'll give you double... no, I'll give you triple!"
Li Jianbai was an old hand, after all. Even though what was happening before him had surpassed his understanding, he quickly calmed down and tried to change the situation using the advantages at his disposal.
"Who I am isn't important."
Lin Qiye spoke blandly. "And I'm not interested in your money..."
He slowly stepped forward and crouched down, his icy eyes fixed on Li Jianbai's darting gaze.
"Then what do you want?"
"I came here only to give you a warning." Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.
"You can't touch... the Old District."
"The Old District?"
Hearing those three words, Li Jianbai froze.
Before this, countless possibilities had flashed through his mind—murder, extortion, kidnapping, even sexual assault... But he had never imagined that the other party's target would be the Old District.
"Were you sent by a competitor? Was it the Zhao family or Hengyu?" Li Jianbai asked doubtfully, then shook his head in denial. "That can't be..."
Not for money, only for the Old District. Aside from competitors fighting over profits, Li Jianbai could think of no other possibility. But on second thought, while the Old District had decent development value, it was nowhere near valuable enough for someone to send an assassin to warn him.
The Li Group had developed plenty of highly promising plots before, and nothing had happened then. So why had someone set their sights on them now that they were developing the Old District?
What was so special about this place?
Lin Qiye reached out and drew Zhanbai half an inch from its sheath. A flash of blade