Without thirty-three years, how long will he be able to survive?

In this way, even if he takes back the factory, he will not be able to enjoy anything with his life... These are obviously what he hopes to get!

"No! I won't trade anymore! I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Looking like crazy, Jin Zifu rushed out towards the door!

However, at this moment, a black flame appeared out of thin air in front of him, frightening him to stop suddenly. Among the black flames burning in the air, he saw the black card that he had left in the club.

It reappears little by little.

"Rule 8: Transactions that have already involved a black card cannot be canceled."

Along with Luo Qiu's voice, the black flame crashed into Jin Zifu's body in an instant.

He just heard him scream and fell to the ground.

As for the black card, it slowly flew into Luo Qiu's hand, and the golden mark originally engraved on one side of the black card gradually disappeared.

Luo Qiu kept the document bag beside Jin Zifu and said calmly: "The transaction is completed."

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The office suddenly became as dead as a pin drop.

Cao Ziqian's face was pale and his breathing was rapid... because Luo Qiu was looking towards him at the moment.

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PS1: I originally planned to split this into two chapters, and then I could update it twice! I’m so clever... but I didn’t know where the break was, so I decided not to split it.
Chapter completed!