A few minutes later, Chen Yiming muttered with a frown, "The sword manual and the last concept diagram aren't here!"
Other than money, Li Yuanzhuo had nothing else on him.
In this situation, Chen Yiming had no choice but to hit him a few more times.
"Ah!"
Li Yuanzhuo woke up due to the pain.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a face covered by a black cloth.
He instantly understood that the masked man in a black cloak had ambushed him.
"Where are the Li clan's sword manual and concept diagram? If you don't want to die, tell me the truth," Chen Yiming threatened as he made a cutting motion.
"Who are you?" Li Yuanzhuo was a little confused and asked reflexively.
"Cut the crap." Chen Yiming kicked Li Yuanzhuo in the waist.
"Ah!"
Li Yuanzhuo screamed again, but his voice was stuck in his throat. His entire body was bent like a cooked lobster.
Chen Yiming had reacted quickly and grabbed a handful of mud to gag him.
