"How much are you willing to pay?" Lu Qi mocked.
"5 million USD." Since the offer of 3 million was not accepted, the man raised the price.
"Master, what do you think?" Lu Qi said.
Lu Chu Yao finally raised his eyes and looked at the foreign man in front of him and stood up suddenly to stab an army knife into the man's left arm. The foreign man grimaced in pain because of this action.
"I don't need money, I just want answers!" Lu Chu Yao's eyes were dark and emotionless. His actions were also swift and decisive. It was probably because he had stabbed a blood vessel that blood flowed out continuously. There was also a thin layer of sweat forming on the man's head.
Was this man Satan?
"What do you want to know? I'm just doing what I'm paid to do, and my companions are all dead. Alpha never mistreats their hostage. Why are you doing this to me?" The foreign man seemed to have been wrong!
"Whose money?"