"To exist as you do is a punishment in itself!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Ah! Don't kill me! I was wrong, I really was, please, for Qiaoqiao's sake, spare my life!" Wu Qinglin pleaded.
"Living crime may be spared, but the death penalty is inescapable," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"No! Qiaoqiao, save me..."
Bang!
He hadn't finished speaking when Zhang Xiaohao slapped his hand on his head.
True Qi operated immediately, entering directly into his mind.
It erased all his memories related to Wu Qiaoqiao and gambling.
"Ah..." Wu Qinglin screamed miserably, closed his eyes, and fainted to the ground.
"You should be grateful that you adopted Wu Qiaoqiao; otherwise, with your culpability, you would already be a cold corpse," Zhang Xiaohao said icily.
Click!
"Ah! Mr. Zhang, what, what happened to him?" Wu Qiaoqiao asked anxiously.
"It's fine! He's just fainted. He'll be fine after a sleep," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmm, thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Wu Qiaoqiao said.