Shen Qiang leaned back in his chair, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I made it very clear to you. I want you to hand over a few heinous cultivators for Qian Shanxue to kill. Instead, after all this time, you brought me a chicken head to fool me?"
Bianyi quickly straightened up and said, "My dear boss, ever since following you and being influenced by your righteousness, I am now an upstanding gentleman, a very noble person. However, my instincts for crime remain sharp."
"That cultivator is a very low-profile person, a smiling tiger. And the beautiful women under him frequent high-end places, constantly using beauty traps. So, I'm sure that guy is certainly not a good person."
Shen Qiang laughed, "Just because he has lots of pretty girls under him, you think he's heinous? Fine, I might as well call Qian Shanxue to come and shoot you instead."
Hearing this, Bianyi was embarrassed and coughed, "Those girls are not voluntary."
This made Shen Qiang frown, "What did you say?"
