Liu Yaowu's face turned deathly pale. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he trembled, unable to speak as he remembered Chen Pingchuan's previous warning.
As expected, Chen Pingchuan's voice cut through the silence. "I told you not to play any tricks. Why didn't you listen?" He looked at Liu Yaowu, his eyes completely devoid of warmth.
"Can you not kill me?" Liu Yaowu could genuinely feel the man's killing intent. He was doomed; if nothing unexpected happened, he wouldn't escape this time.
"I'll give you five minutes to convince me." Chen Pingchuan didn't mention the consequences of failure. There was no need.
Liu Yaowu swallowed hard, his mind racing as his eyes darted around, desperately searching for anything that might save his life. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes lit up.
"Boss! I know! I know!" Liu Yaowu's voice trembled with a desperate urgency.
Chen Pingchuan, however, remained indifferent, adding a cold remark, "You have nine minutes left."
