"Want a quick end?" Chen Feng gave a cruel smile.
"Fine! Since you just said you'd buy your life with money, tell me where you've hidden your stash, and I'll grant you a swift death."
Chen Feng didn't care much for the money, but he had no intention of letting anyone else benefit from it. If he killed the Deaf Old Lady, whatever she left behind would surely end up with either Yi Zhonghai or Shazhu. Rather than letting them profit, he might as well take it himself. Besides, it wasn't really profiting—it was what he was owed. Who told that old hag to try and feast on the "blood-soaked buns" of his family? A life for a life—fate had decreed it.
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