บท 2070: Five Million

"Who… are you looking for?" Qiao Mei asked.

One of the men with a scar on his face at the door approached Qiao Mei with a sinister smile. Qiao Mei slowly retreated back into the room. The scar-faced man only stopped when everyone had entered the room.

"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that your good days are over!" the scar-faced man said happily.

"Is Gao Lin in your hands?" Qiao Mei asked calmly.

The scar-faced man was a little surprised by Qiao Mei's reaction. If it was any other woman, she would have already curled up in a corner and wept loudly, or she would have knelt down and begged for mercy. It was very rare to see a calm and rational woman like Qiao Mei.