Zhang Houtu stared at him, his eyes full of indifference, "If you dare to touch a hair on Tang Su's head, I will take your life."
"And me."
Liu Liyue's pace with the crescent blade in her hand quickened a lot, and the coldness in her eyes intensified. No one had ever dared to threaten the president of the Northern Commerce Association before, never. Those who had tried were already in Hell.
Three people confronted each other at the doorway, backed by a silver Aston Martin.
It was only when the crescent blade in her hand stopped that the killing aura around the woman eased a bit, "Just a casual chat, if you're worried, you can come in too."
