C112 Suspense

He clenched his fists, looked at Qian Yuyang in hatred, roared, and charged forward.

The God of Death watched as Ming Wutian made his move, yet he remained indifferent. To him, sacrificing a son in exchange for a great deed was worth it.

This was the nature of a merchant. They had never been willing to make a loss in business, but to them, sacrificing small benefits to gain greater benefits