Bab 1007: Let You Have A Taste Of My Fist

At this moment, Butler Liu felt that he had been played by this b*tch. He flew into a rage and shouted, "Qiao Xi! You b*tch! What exactly do you want? There are no surveillance cameras here. Even if I kill you, no one will see it. So, I advise you to cooperate obediently. Otherwise…"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly. The cold blade was pressed against his neck, and he felt a sharp pain as if it had already cut through his skin.

Qiao Xi's gaze was indifferent, and the knife in her hand was tightly pressed against Butler Liu's weakest spot. As long as she exerted a little force, he would die from his throat being cut.

"That's right. This place is very remote, and no one knows about it," Qiao Xi said slowly, her voice carrying a trace of coldness. "Butler Liu, you're really stupid. Why did you follow me into a private room without surveillance cameras or lights? There's a ready path to heaven, but you chose to come to hell! Aren't you courting death?"