Zhang Xiao Cui was also plunged into deep fear.
Looking at Meng Zhao, who was clearly as gentle as jade, like a modest gentleman, yet spoke such venomous words, two streams of clear tears fell without warning.
Only after experiencing darkness did one know the preciousness of light. Only after rolling about in that filthy mire did one know how happy it was to be an ordinary woman and build a family of one's own.
She was not afraid of death, truly not afraid. But she feared becoming once more that pitiable person who had to wear a smiling face every moment, who would suffer the humiliation and abuse of different customers. Even more, she feared her child suffering hardship.
Yet before Meng Zhao, someone like her probably could not even manage a swift, painless death.
"Just what do you want, Meng Zhao?
I am already a plaything in your hands, to be kneaded and toyed with as you please. What more do you want?"
Faced with Bai Yang's nearly irrational roar, Meng Zhao finally got to the point, his voice cold and harsh.
"Bai Yang, you are certainly going to die. There is no doubt about that. No one can betray me and still live free and easy.
But before you die, you can put your last bit of usefulness to work. Help me get the Earth Spirit Pearl, and perhaps you can accumulate some blessings for your wife and child.
That way, they may be able to live a little more easily."
Killing Bai Yang would be too simple, too easy.
From the moment he stepped into the Zhang Residence, Meng Zhao could have had him killed at any time, without the slightest effort.
But, just as Bai Yang had said before, that approach would accomplish nothing beyond