"That's right, I've already lost the means to threaten him. And my manpower is almost exhausted; the headquarters back there already think I'm dead, I can't mobilize anyone." Lawrence looked at her and sneered, "Miss Ye, no matter what purpose you have, I can't help you achieve it."
Ye Shutong seriously scrutinized him for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Mr. Lawrence, after all, you're a bad guy. I suppose as a bad guy, what your subordinates can do, you can do too, right?"
Lawrence was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood what she meant.
His cheeks twitched, and he gritted his teeth, "Are you asking me to die?"
"You'll die sooner or later anyway," Ye Shutong chuckled, "If I hadn't saved you, you'd already be dead. If, before dying, you could drag your enemy down with you, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?"
Lawrence pressed his lips tightly and remained silent for a while.
"Think about it?" Ye Shutong smiled faintly.
