"As long as you can get him to Pingjiang, I guarantee you'll live," Zhu Zi promised.

Fan Li's heart fluttered for a moment, but then calmed down. He looked at Lu Mo, who had already made a promise to him, so there was no need to provoke that half-life again.

Zhu Zi sneered, "His guarantee is useless. It only takes him a second to kill you. Do you think he can protect you 24 hours a day?"

Fan Li turned pale with fright and looked at Lu Mo for help.

"I only guarantee I won't kill you; I can't control what happens to others." Lu Mo said expressionlessly, his voice icy.

Fan Li felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

What good is such a guarantee? He's still going to die.

"I'll give you three minutes to think about it," Zhu Zi said impatiently.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Fan Li's forehead, his mind a jumbled mess. He only considered it for a minute before making a decision: "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee he'll come."

Survival is the most basic goal. Anyway, we've already fallen out with Lao Gui, so it doesn't matter if there are more lice or one less.

Zhu Zi's expression turned satisfied. He had confidence in Fan Li. This old woman was a shrewd businesswoman who was also afraid of death. As long as he threatened her with death, she would definitely do her best to get things done.

“Take them one by one, start with the third one, Bian Yujing,” Lu Mo said.

Zhu Zi gave a soft hum and remained silent. Lu Mo smiled slightly; silence meant agreement, which was his usual automatic way of translating.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and drowsiness began to creep in. Ye Qingqing yawned widely; she hadn't slept all night and now all she wanted was to go home and get a good night's sleep in her big bed.

"I...I will definitely cooperate and do whatever you say." Fan Li flattered, expressing his loyalty.

There was nothing he could do; his life was in someone else's hands. If he wanted to live, he had to act like a coward.

"Take one pill a day, a month's supply." Ye Qingqing tossed him a bottle of antidote for Dragon Scale Break.

After taking the antidote, Fan Li was relieved and could eat without worry. He accepted the antidote with a small sigh of relief, thinking that he could live for another month. Thank goodness.

"What do we do after we finish eating?" Fan Li asked in a low voice.

Ye Qingqing sneered, "Let's see how you perform!"

"I will definitely do my best!" Fan Li nodded repeatedly, swearing an oath, not daring to be ambiguous in the slightest.

Ye Qingqing yawned again. Lu Mo glanced out the window. It was almost dawn. Qingqing had to go to school during the day and needed to go back to sleep for a while.

Fan Li glanced at the empty ground. Apart from the pool of blood left by Julie, all ten or so of his men were gone. He felt a pang of sadness and looked at Wu Chen with fear and apprehension.

This little bald guy is even more ruthless than Ye Qingqing; I'll have to take a detour whenever I see him in the future.

"The twelve people who died were all company employees. Their bodies mysteriously disappeared without a trace. How am I supposed to explain this to their families?" Fan Li asked for instructions.

"You handle it as you see fit, just make sure the family doesn't get suspicious, and compensate them with more money," Lu Mo said coldly.

Those who died weren't innocent either; they definitely did a lot of wicked things for Fan Li. It's indeed difficult to cover up the fact that all twelve of them died at the same time, but Fan Li definitely has the ability to do so. This old man has been in the martial arts world for decades; how could he not even handle such a small matter?

Fan Li nodded meekly, his heart aching terribly.

The families of these twelve people are not to be trifled with, and they are all greedy and insatiable, so we're going to lose a lot of money again.

"Let's go back!"

Lu Mo said softly, picked up Xiao Tong, who was still unconscious, from the sofa. Ye Qingqing touched her forehead and found that it was no longer as hot as before, so she was relieved and fed Xiao Tong some water.

Zhu Zi also carried Tian Tian on her back and walked outside. The biting cold wind blew, stinging her face and making her feel very cold.

The sound of rushing water rang out, and Lu Mo turned around abruptly, shielding Ye Qingqing behind him, and looked warily at the small lake in front of the courtyard.