"Chen Xiaobei..." Luo Qingcheng's eyes were misty, her heart overwhelmed by gratitude and despair.
Li Maowen's men all had guns. Even if Chen Xiaobei was a good fighter, could he really win against guns?
Li Maowen smirked with pride. "Chen Xiaobei, still trying to play the hero at death's door? You've really got guts! I'll give you a way out. It's rare to find someone with medical skills as impressive as yours. If you work for me, I'll forget all about our past grievances.
"When that time comes, you'll have more cash and women than you can count. I might even let you have Luo Qingcheng!
"But if you remain stubborn, then a dead end is all that awaits you!"
With a unified metallic clatter, the gunmen raised their weapons again.
But through it all, Chen Xiaobei remained perfectly calm and composed, as if no one else was there.
"And what if I disagree?" Chen Xiaobei asked with a faint, cold smile. He even turned to untie Luo Qingcheng's ropes.
