The square-faced man tapped Lilian’s face lightly, grinning.

“Interesting. We thought you were just some brain-dead woman, but it looks like you do have some insight after all. At least, I’m a little moved by your words.”

“It’s a shame that neither you nor I get to decide whether you live or die...”

Lilian’s body trembled in fright.

“Please, sir! Be the bigger person and let me go!”

“H-how about this? I have another few hundred million dollars worth of private money. I’ll split half of it with you!”

The man with a square face didn’t respond. He stood up and chuckled coldly, and then dialed a number on his phone.

“We found Lilian, Master York. She’s still alive.”

“Looks like the Briewood Gang kept her alive for ransom.”

“What should we do next? According to my intel, that man’s already interrogated Sister Thirteen overnight. He’ll be here soon.”

“Why don’t we set things up here and give him a big surprise?”

“Kill her.”

A frosty tone sounded from the other side of the phone.