When Zhang Qiang turns on the fluorescent lamp in the room, Song Yunxuan sees the blue veins on his clenched hands at the first sight.

Then her eyes slowly fall on the thick hemp rope on the floor.

After a brief pause, she raises her eyes and looks at Zhang Qiang. “Are you going to kill me?”

Zhang Qiang and Old Six both take a cold breath.

They have said before that they would only seek wealth and not kill people.

But now ...