"You... you..."
Terry Chen stood up instantly, while David Dong just smiled.
Heh, aren't you the same? You took Huang Mingfa's medicine. And, I only started drugging him in the past few days. But you did it, I did it, so the dosage was a bit much. Naturally, he can't get out of bed now.
With a bang, Terry Chen slammed his hand on the table, looking at David Dong in panic.
Heh, Terry Chen, what, thinking of turning your back on me now?
Didn't he say it was just a calming medicine? And... right, he took it himself too, so why is he fine?
At this moment, David Dong stood up, forcefully brushed aside Terry Chen's hand, and glared at him fiercely.
No matter what, get ready for Walter Cao's funeral. Hmph, don't think you can wash your hands of this—you're an accomplice too. Hmph, once we get the money, we go our separate ways, got it?
David Dong said this and left, while Terry Chen sat at the table for a long time, looking helpless and miserable. After quite a while, tears streamed down his face, revealing his regret and unwillingness.
By this time, Huang Mingfa was already waiting outside the photo studio for David Dong. As soon as he came out, the two agreed to visit a brothel together.
Heh, so how's Walter Cao doing?
Hmm, he shouldn't last much longer. In a few more days, once we get the money, we can leave for good. But that kid Terry Chen...
David Dong paused as he spoke, his eyes now gleaming with the same ruthless light as Henry Huang—cruel and venomous.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
As Henry Huang spoke, he slid his hand across his neck. David Dong nodded.
Here's some money. Find me some men. When we leave, you know what to do, right? Once it's done, his share is yours.
That's not good, David Dong. If your master dies now, people might get suspicious.
Henry Huang spoke, and David Dong nodded. The two fell silent, looking troubled by the situation.
How about this then?
David Dong started to smile, then whispered something in Henry Huang's ear.