The blade was poised at Hong Mei's neck.
Yet seeing the sharpness of the blade, Hong Mei showed not a hint of fear.
"Mr. Chen, are you really going to give me a shave?"
Chen Xiao replied, "Do you think I have the time to learn how to shave?"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Isn't President Hong very interested in crime? And according to you, ordinary little things aren't that interesting to you. You're interested in things that are close to death, right?"
Chen Xiao chuckled lightly.
Hong Mei replied sincerely:
"I knew Mr. Chen was certainly my kindred spirit, and would definitely understand the meaning of what I say. Indeed, I now have such thoughts, which make me feel that I am very dangerous, and even my psychology is showing signs of illness."
"I've even sought help from psychologists, but... after consulting with those psychologists, I feel they were just cheating me out of my money."
Chen Xiao nodded with a smile, but the words he spoke seemed irrelevant.
