"While I admit I was at fault for Shi Ran's injury, it's not for you to question me."
Old Shen Tou let out a cold snort, standing tall, radiating the arrogance of an elder. His gaze towards Tang Si was filled with disdain.
"You injured Ran Bao'er, so why are you acting so high and mighty towards me!"
Tang Si pointed angrily at Old Shen Tou, grabbing the vase beside him and hurling it at him.
At this moment, his last shred of rationality vanished. He only wanted to teach Old Shen Tou a harsh lesson.
"I will compensate her for her injury. It's just disfigurement. Medical aesthetic technology is so advanced now, it only takes half a year to restore her face to its original state. I offered fifty million in compensation, an amount Shi Ran couldn't earn in several lifetimes!"
His arrogant tone and condescending demeanor not only infuriated Tang Si but even made Meng Jingwei unable to stand it.
Especially since Old Shen Tou was her master, the person injured was her good sister, and also Tang Si's girlfriend!
"Fine!"
Meng Jingwei set down her cup and said in a clear voice, "Fine. Since you want to talk about money, let's talk about money properly. Fifty million for disfiguring Shi Ran. From me, five hundred million. It's enough to buy your life, isn't it. Master?"
She deliberately drew out the word 'Master' and raised her tone, making it particularly sarcastic.
On the surface, Meng Jingwei appeared calm and collected, but her heart ached.
It felt as if she was cutting ties with something she deeply cherished, a painful tug-of-war that tightened her heart.
She held a bank card between her fingers and sent it flying directly towards Old Shen Tou.
Being a skilled practitioner, the flying bank card was imbued with considerable force, like an arrow shot from a bow. Once hit, life would be in peril.
Seeing the bank card flying towards him, Old Shen Tou quickly stepped back. The card zipped past his face and, with a *swish*, embedded itself several centimeters deep into a pillar.
One could imagine that Meng Jingwei had shown no mercy.
He looked at the bank card lodged in the wooden pillar. Perhaps due to the immense force, the card vibrated at a high frequency for two seconds, emitting a buzzing sound, before becoming still.
Everything returned to a calm state.
Tang Si knew Meng Jingwei was angry, so he remained silent.
"What are you dodging for?"
Meng Jingwei let out a cold smile. "Didn't fifty million suffice to disfigure someone? I'm offering five hundred million for your life, all on account of you being my master. Master, your disciple isn't being too harsh, is she?"
Her sarcastic words were meant to demean and insult Old Shen Tou.
"Meng Jingwei!"
Perhaps his heart had been pierced, Old Shen Tou roared in anger. "I am your master, how can you speak to your master like this!"
"Hahahaha…!"
Meng Jingwei let out a hearty laugh as if she had heard the most absurd joke. However, the laughter did not reach her eyes, giving her a melancholic air.
"Master? Master, hehe, what a master. You do know you are my master!"
She leaned down, picked up a dagger from the table, and walked step by step towards Old Shen Tou. "You constantly claim it's 'for my own good,' hiding behind a facade of hypocrisy while committing heinous acts. You repeatedly tried to kill Ah Ye, and I risked my life to save him. Yet, you still leaked information to He Ka Qing Tang just to stop me from saving him."
Reaching Old Shen Tou, Meng Jingwei drew the dagger. Clutching the gleaming blade, she pressed the tip directly against Old Shen Tou's chest. "Do you know how many people died at the West District Research Institute that day? You talk of benevolence and righteousness, but you turned a blind eye to the twenty-two people who died at the West District Research Institute. Each of them had a family behind them. Do you have a conscience?"