"Didn't you promise to exchange me for the antidote? What if Rong Shaoze finds out that I'm an imposter and refuses to give the antidote? Can you bear to watch a hundred people die?!"
The man rotated his pitch-black eyes, saying indifferently, "You don't care about the lives of those hundred people, but about whether you can return to Rong Shaoze's side."
"So what if I do?! Qiao Yiyang, by doing this, aren't you afraid of inciting the wrath of the entire Mafia?"
"Heh," Qiao Yiyang chuckled lowly, "No, the person impersonating you has to die. Even if Rong Shaoze claims she's fake, he has no proof. If he doesn't give the antidote, everyone will think he's untrustworthy. How would they suspect me?"
Lin Xinlan took a step back in shock.
She had not expected Qiao Yiyang to be so cruel.
He was framing Rong Shaoze, making everyone in the Mafia hate him, letting the underworld learn of Rong Shaoze's ruthlessness.
He didn't even care about the hundred lives…
