"Also, that saying about 'leave a margin so you can meet again someday'—between you and me, do you really think there's going to be a 'meet again'?"
In Zhang Beixing's snort of laughter, that faint chuckle was full of scorn and contempt.
Those subtle emotions, he heard every bit of them clearly.
The despair in his heart grew even heavier.
He stared at Zhang Beixing, his eyes almost losing focus. "Zhang Beixing, Minister Zhang, can you give me a way to live? Just tell me what price I have to pay for you to give me a way to live?"
Oh?
Zhang Beixing had indeed been planning to take this old bastard down and squeeze some gains out of him.
But what you get from killing someone, and what you can get while they're still alive—those might not be worth the same.
Zhang Beixing's face stayed expressionless.
He squatted down.
Looked at him.
"I can give you a way to live. Whether you want it or not depends on your own sincerity."
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