"Yes, Grandpa."
The girl called Nianqing nodded respectfully.
She drew an antique dagger from the side of the wheelchair, walked over to Qian Tong, and tossed it down in front of him with a clang.
Qian Tong stared at the dagger, feeling as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
This was the Hua Gate's harshest punishment-Three Knives, Six Holes.
I've broken the Gate's most unforgivable rule. The Dragon Head is forcing me to end my own life!
No!
I don't want to die!
His fierce desire to survive brought a glint of madness to Qian Tong's eyes.
He jerked his head up, looked at the old man in the wheelchair, and roared, "Dragon Head, I refuse to accept this! Times have changed! We're businessmen, not soldiers!"
"Why turn down money? Is it worth giving up five hundred million dollars for those ridiculous rules?!"
"You're cutting off the Hua Gate's source of income!"
"Enough of your noise!"
Disgust flashed through the old man's eyes. He could not even be bothered to act personally again.
A cold gleam flashed in the eyes of Lu Nianqing, the girl behind him.
Her figure flickered, and she appeared before Qian Tong in an instant, like a streak of white lightning.
Qian Tong saw only a blur and had no time to react.
Lu Nianqing's slender, pale fingers had already struck several major pressure points on his chest with lightning speed.
"You..."
Qian Tong's eyes widened abruptly. He wanted to speak, only to discover that he could not move so much as a finger.
Lu Nianqing picked up the dagger from the floor and, without expression, stabbed his thighs and shoulder three times in a flash.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each of the three thrusts went clean through, leaving six bloody holes in his