"Fuck!" A pained growl rang out.
Niger, lost in a drugged haze, looked at Xiao Hei and sobered up instantly.
Anyone would have snapped awake at the sight of someone like Xiao Hei. He looked like bad news at a glance. One look was enough to know: this guy was a killer!
"Well, aren't you bold." Su Ye's voice rang out. He controlled Xiao Hei, making him appear right in front of Niger and crouch beside him.
"Mr. Niger, would you like to get rich? Would you like to do whatever you please?" Su Ye's voice carried boundless corruption and evil, stirring the purest, most primal desires in Niger's heart.
His once-clouded eyes turned scarlet.
"Yes!" Niger cried.
"Gu De, I love talent like you. Really, without someone like you, I wouldn't know what to do." Su Ye spoke with a hint of a smile.
An ancient contract appeared in Su Ye's hand.
The Devil's Contract!
"Then, Mr. Niger, all you have to do is sign. This contract can grant you three wishes. Anything you want." Su Ye's voice was irresistibly seductive.
Niger stared at the ancient Devil's Contract in Su Ye's hand.
His breathing quickened. Endless greed and wicked thoughts gathered around him, intertwining and spreading.
Su Ye set down the Devil's Contract and slowly rose to his feet.
"Good luck, Mr. Niger." With that, Su Ye vanished.
Niger stared at the Devil's Contract before him.
The Devil's Contract itself had a powerful allure. It could draw out a person's deepest desires and tempt them again and again to make a wish.
Niger's mind had already been damaged by drug use. Add Su Ye's influence and the contract's temptation,
and he went completely mad.
He looked at the Devil's Contract in his hands and signed his name without hesitation.