It was a multiple-choice question.
Option A: Cure Gu Xuesheng and the fifteen others, pay 2.4 billion in compensation, and chop off his own hands.
Option B: Die.
There were only two options, and everyone present believed that as long as Ye Xiu wasn't a fool, he would definitely choose A. Even though it would leave him crippled, a wretched life was better than a noble death.
"Hurry up and choose!" Gu Songwei urged.
Ye Xiu ignored him. He calmly took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he spoke to Niu Tianci.
"Old Niu, I gave you a chance. You're the one who didn't take it."
Niu Tianci was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
The others were just as confused.
"Make your move," Ye Xiu said, his face devoid of expression. "Use your full strength, because you only get one chance to attack, and only one move."
