That ten-million-yuan card had originally been meant to hire Lan Mu for help. Now it had been given to Dungal.
Fang Moqi truly hadn't expected that coming to America for revenge would cost him this much money. It was enough to make him dizzy.
He had once been fairly well-off, worth tens of millions. Now, he was completely broke.
Other than a few thousand dollars in loose cash, all he had left was a property back home and a few minority shares.
"Why bring Nedley along? Let her stay here!"
The four got into Dungal's car. Seeing Nedley follow them, Fang Moqi frowned.
"We're going to kill people. Do you know how dangerous it is for a girl like her to come with us?"
Dungal smiled. "Of course I do. Nedley, stay here and wait for us to come back."
Nedley immediately refused, forcing her way into the car. "How can that be? I have to go."
"Wherever my idol goes, I go! Uncle, didn't you promise to take me? I promise I won't hold you back!"
Fang Moqi and Lan Mu looked helplessly at Dungal.
Dungal said, "I'm very glad you took the initiative to bring this up."
"The fact that you thought to leave Nedley behind proves that you really have no intention of silencing us."
"On the other hand, if I brought Nedley along and you didn't care whether she lived or died, I might not say anything on the surface, but I'd definitely be on guard."
Lan Mu was stunned. Dungal really was cautious. He had set a trap without them noticing, finding another way to test them.
Nedley seemed determined to go with them. She clung tightly to the seat and even forced out a few tears.
The three of them took turns trying to