Demon Slaughter can't take direct revenge on Qin Hao.
But now, he can choose to secretly curse Qin Hao.
In the midst of his muddled thoughts, Demon Slaughter's face suddenly felt a chill. He looked up and saw Ah Mao's malevolent gaze.
"Master... what's up, is there something wrong?" Demon Slaughter instantly tensed up. The look on this guy's face spells conspiracy!
"Nothing much." Ah Mao beckoned with his finger, "Hand over your bank account password."
"Pfft!" Demon Slaughter nearly spat out old blood.
What the heck is this!
Damn, you're about to exploit my wealth!
Secretly complaining inside, Demon Slaughter still had to obediently report his bank account.
Ah Mao checked it on his phone, his eyes wide open: "Damn, just this much?"
Demon Slaughter almost cried with anger.
The money I worked hard for all my life, and it's 'just this much' to you?
