"W-who are you?" Fang Min asked.
"Wrong question."
"H-huh?"
"You shouldn't ask who I am," Xia Ming said. "You should ask what I am going to do to you."
"W-what?" Fang Man asked, but in the next second, he saw a sharp knife in the person's hand. Instantly, his eyes went wide in fear and his heart almost missed a beat. On seeing the sharp glint of the knife under the bring light, his blood ran cold.
Xia Ming was pleased with his reaction. She walked towards him and placed her knife on his neck. "Will you scream and shout for help?"
Fang Min gulped and shook his head.
"Good," Xia Ming praised. "Will you be a good little boy and answer my questions?"
