"Yuan... Xiao Yuan... did something happen?"
Zhou Ming was still making one last attempt to resist.
He knew he could never admit he had anything to do with what had happened to Little White Tiger.
Otherwise, he would not live long enough for reinforcements to arrive.
Or rather, there were no reinforcements at all.
The six directors would not do him any favors, and Old Pei controlled all the other armed forces in the city. Not openly standing up for Little White Tiger was already a courtesy to him.
"I didn't come to listen to your excuses. Either you jump down and let the Lei Zis hack you to death, or you tell me where Little White Tiger was taken."
Old Pestilence found a battered chair on the rooftop and placed it behind Xiao Yuan.
She crossed her legs, revealing her long, snowy-white thighs.
Zhou Ming, who had always been greedy for money and women, kept his head lowered now, not daring to steal even a glance at her.
"You have one minute. If you can't give me the information I want, you can call someone to dictate your will right now." Xiao Yuan turned her gaze toward the driver.
"You're not even qualified to stand in front of me."
Xiao Yuan's face was murderous, and she had been fretting over having nowhere to vent her fury.
The driver had been caught in the crossfire for no reason.
"I..."
Before the driver could explain himself, Sickness flashed behind him.
With one jab of his finger, he snapped the man's spine, then dragged him to the edge of the building by his hair.
"Chief... save me!"
The driver looked desperately at Zhou Ming.
Cold sweat poured down Zhou Ming's face as he swallowed repeatedly.
He could barely save himself now.
Whoosh!