The foreign man immediately tensed up, not believing what Xizeer said. Was he about to die?
"You... what do you mean? I don't believe you. Explain it to me clearly."
Xizeer moved his fingers: "You've been plagued by bad luck recently, nothing is going smoothly, and... you've lost your job, haven't you?"
The man's heart skipped a beat, increasingly believing Xizeer's words: "Correct..."
Xizeer continued: "Your girlfriend wants to get married, desires a lavish wedding, a fancy diamond ring, a house in a wealthy neighborhood, right? Without these, she will break up with you, won't she?"
The man began to tremble all over, struggling to let out a word: "...Yes..."
Xizeer sneered: "I advise you not to give her these things."
"Why?"
Xizeer thought for a second, continuing his fabrication: "Because when you give them to her, that will be the day of your death."
The man shouted: "What did you say?"
His voice was loud, but in this deafening nightclub, it was insignificant.
