An Yan had also just remembered something. "Because of him, I just used up fourteen Qingling Pills, a total of 1.4 billion! Let him pay me first!"
Tian Zhongren sneered. He was already prepared for death, so how could he possibly give the money to someone else?
An Yan laughed. "You'd better think this through. As long as you give me the money, I promise to give you a quick end! Anyway, it's already come to this. Think about it, what's the use of money if you're dead?"
Tian Zhongren was tempted. Although he was prepared to die, he realized that he could choose how he died.
"How do I know you won't go back on your word?" Tian Zhongren asked.
An Yan suggested, "Well then, shall we call Professor Song to be a witness?"
Tian Zhongren was speechless. If Professor Song came, wouldn't he personally strangle him to death?
"You can only trust me! After all, I just need you dead, and I'm not concerned about how you die," An Yan said.
Tian Zhongren fell silent.
