He stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it.
"Who knows if there are other agencies."
"It's all over!" Moran despised this man's timidity.
"Well, maybe it's gone." The man stretched out his hand and took out the picture frame smoothly.
He turned over the frame and exclaimed: "It is indeed priceless."
Moran was very curious as to what kind of painting it was.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you this."
"You've got the things, you can go."
"You seem to want me to leave immediately." The man suddenly asked, "Why, are you worried that I will be bad for you?"
Yes, she was worried that he would kill someone and silence him.
"I can't see you, and I don't know who you are, and I can't threaten you. Why are you going against me?" Moran asked in return.
The man smiled: "You are very smart. Yes, you don't know what I look like. You really don't know who I am."
"..."
"But you heard my voice."
Moran immediately tensed up: "I can't remember the voice I heard. Besides, there are thousands of people in the world. Even if I know your voice, I can't find you!"
"But there are not many people who can sneak in here and steal paintings, so you can find me just by my voice."
"I swear I don't know anything, okay!"
"I don't believe in oaths, I only believe in dead people." The man's voice suddenly turned cold.
Moran was so scared that he leaned against the wall: "I told you I wouldn't tell you!"
"Why do you want me to believe you?"
"Because...because it would be easy for you to kill me. If I told you, I would be dead."
"This reason is not enough."
"Anyway, I swear I won't say it! If I say something, I won't say it!"
The man sneered: "I also said that I only believe in the words of dead people."
Then, Moran felt a gun pressed against her head.
There seemed to be a bit of cold liquid on her forehead. Could it be that she was scared to death?
"Do you have any last words? You have said them all. Maybe I will be kind enough to help you realize one or two." The man smiled slightly.
Moran thought to herself that she was probably going to die unless someone suddenly broke in to save her.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't know if you know Qi Ruigang. If you just steal the painting, maybe he won't kill you, but if you kill me, he will definitely kill you.
!”
"Oh, really?" The man didn't seem to believe it.
"Really! He will definitely kill you. No matter where you escape, he will kill you!"
"Why? Just because I killed you?"
"……right."
"Are you important to him?"
"..."
"Not important? Not important, then what do I care!"
Moran really didn't want to admit that Qi Ruigang loved her.
If possible, she would rather die than admit it.
But when he thought of Evan, Moran was afraid of death and did not dare to die.
Evan is so young, how can he not have a mother?
Qi Ruigang became the person he is now just because he didn't have a mother.
Her Evan, how could she be willing to let him suffer...how could she be willing to let a stepmother take care of him.
Moran nodded: "Yes, it's very important..."
"How important is it? Is it so important that I would kill me at all costs for you?"