"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...
"What do you plan to do with me? Imprison me and make me disappear forever?" Lin Xinlan asked in a murmur.
Seeing her pale face, Qiao Yiyang softened his expression, speaking gently, "Of course not. I will relocate you and give you a new identity. No one will find out who you are."
Lin Xinlan glared at him with hatred, shaking her head and saying coldly, "Qiao Yiyang, you’re even more despicable and shameless than I thought."
The man’s eyes darkened, he spoke indifferently, "Let’s go; it’s getting late."
"I won’t go with you!" Lin Xinlan yelled, her emotions starting to surge.
She didn’t want to leave; she was supposed to return to Rong Shaoze today. She didn’t want to go!
If she left, she might never see him again.
Qiao Yiyang gave Lu Xiaofan a look, and she raised her hand, chopping Lin Xinlan’s neck. Lin Xinlan suddenly fainted, collapsing into Qiao Yiyang’s arms.
They boarded the helicopter, and it quickly flew away.
Rong Mingyan volunteered to stay behind, taking the imposter Lin Xinlan to exchange for the antidote.
In fact, his purpose was to kill Rong Shaoze.
When the time for the exchange arrived, both parties reached the trading spot simultaneously.
Rong Shaoze stepped out of the car and saw Lin Xinlan being brought out.
Her mouth was sealed with tape, her hands tied behind her, her hair disheveled, looking very disheveled.
The man’s eyes darkened, a storm gathering within.
Xu Yao came up beside him and said indifferently, "Don’t be impulsive."
He didn’t say anything, his icy gaze landing on Rong Mingyan, who was also looking back at him with a grim expression.
Although the two were blood-related, they harbored a hatred so deep they couldn’t coexist under the same sky, each wishing to kill the other with a single gunshot.
Rong Shaoze concealed the hatred in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I’ve brought the antidote. Let’s make the exchange!"
Rong Mingyan gave a shallow smile, "How do I know the antidote is real?"
Rong Shaoze signaled to his subordinate to hand over the antidote.
A man stepped forward a few paces, placed a box on the ground, opened it, and faced Rong Mingyan’s men.
Inside the box was a large bottle of clear liquid.
The man took out a test tube, inserted the needle through the bottle stopper, drew a bit of liquid, then tossed it over.
The Mafia’s men caught it swiftly, and understanding Rong Mingyan’s glance, they knew what he meant.
They had brought an associate who was poisoned. They injected the liquid from the test tube into his body, and in less than five minutes, he regained his strength, and his rotting hands and feet healed significantly.