The bright red tip of his tongue licked the blood at the corner of his lips, which made his face even paler. Franklin angrily slapped him again, "Mr. Lu, how do I know which of your words are true, and which are false? Hm?"
Lu Bai's cheek was swollen and red from the blow, yet he remained unmoved. Long, long ago, pain had become trivial to him. He smiled slightly, "You may not believe me, but you have to believe in money."
"Money is our best friend; it will never betray us."
Franklin looked at him closely, playfully squeezing Lu Bai's chin, as if examining a toy. Lu Bai calmly and composedly met his gaze, his light brown eyes tinged with blue were excessively beautiful, as if they could bewilder the mind of an enemy.
"I've noticed, you have a pair of very beautiful eyes," Franklin said. "How much would they be worth if I gouged them out?"
