Condition

Qin Jiuye brushed his hair and said to the leader of the man in black in a devilish tone,

"You want me to do it myself? Fine."

"But I have a condition."

When the leader of the men in black heard this, he immediately asked with a faint smile,

"What condition?"

A dark gleam flashed across Qin Jiuye's beautiful black eyes as he looked straight at the man in black and said slowly,

"My mother and I have been imprisoned by you for a few days. And within this period, you have never let us eat our fill."

"In my current state, I might die from excessive blood loss after my face is disfigured and my arm is severed."

"You mean you want us to let you and your mother have a sumptuous meal?"

The leader of the men in black sneered.

"Haha… Have you forgotten that you're prisoners?"

"Don't even think about having a sumptuous lunch. That's out of the question."

"You said I'm a prisoner?" Qin Jiuye suddenly laughed arrogantly.