C93 Face Pointing

His words, every word in them, cut across his face like a knife.

If the money could satisfy Jiang Chen, they would rather take out all of their pocket money and the private money they had accumulated over the years just to ask Jiang Chen to let them go.

If this mental torment continued, walking out of this place alive, his mental breakdown wouldn't be too far off.

"Jiang …" Jiang Chen