Do You Have the Right to Negotiate With Me?

The patriarch of the Xia Family helplessly lay still on the ground. His shirt was torn open and so was his skin. His blood-drenched body looked miserable, and he was on the verge of losing his breath.

With a cold expression, Lou Qianxue stepped on the back of his hand. "Now, it's time to tell me what I want to know!"

Cough! Cough! Cough! The patriarch of the Xia Family looked at Dan Taiyuan, and his face became pale and desperate. After hearing what Lou Qianxue said, he then turned his gaze to her.

"If you want me to tell you…"—Cough!—"Sure! But you have to agree to one thing."

"Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me right now?"

Suddenly, a sharp branch sprouted out from the ground and stopped just above his throat. If Lou Qianxue wished to, she could kill him with just a thought.

The patriarch of the Xia family was miserably angry and desperate.