Everything I own...
Mo Nanjue's handsome face turned somber. Mo Beiyan making such a demand was entirely within his expectations, but hearing him say it out loud still made him want to sneer, "Your plan really is astonishingly loud."
"I've always had my sights set on you, you must know that," Mo Beiyan made no effort to hide it; he didn't see anything wrong with it. Whatever he did, he never hid his goals. "Now, with such a good opportunity right in front of us, how could I possibly give it up?"
Mo Nanjue pulled a platinum lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't lighting a cigarette, but repeatedly clicked the lighter open and shut, producing a metallic clacking sound that sent chills down the spine, "Why don't you tell me exactly what this 'everything' I own is."
Mo Beiyan crossed his hands behind his head and chuckled, "Do I really need to spell it out?"
The man's lips curled into a sneer, "Surely you know better than I do."
