"Third..."
Han Che noticed something was off with Bo Yanching's mood and tried to approach, but was stopped by Mo Tingshen.
Bo Yanching's complexion was not good at all, with the corners of his eyes even twitching. A closer look revealed that his entire face and features were tensed, and the veins in the small section of his ankle exposed below his pant leg were visible.
He lost control.
The man at his feet trembled with fear, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Perhaps knowing he was at the end of his road, he laughed with a wild abandon.
"I'm just doing business for money, poison is the same for anyone. Over the years, many have died by my hand. Who do you think you are? Employers are plenty, which one are you asking about?"
Bo Yanching sneered, "The Bo Family from Capital City."
A quick panic crossed the man's face, "I don't understand what you're saying. I told you, I have too many employers, I can't remember."
