Lin Yi's words made everyone listening shiver.
They felt a chill run from their heels to the tops of their skulls.
The man he was addressing was Wang Jinbao, yet he dared to speak so boldly—was his courage not too great?
Yet, it was precisely these words that caused Wang Jinbao's half-raised leg to freeze in mid-air, unable to come down.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying? You're already in this place and still dare to talk to me like that?"
"Since I'm already here, you surely know what's going on with me," Lin Yi said indifferently:
"In Permanent Village, I killed 23 people, and more than 70 others were left crippled. Do you think I would hesitate to lay a hand on you? Of course, if you have any doubts about this, you're welcome to give it a try."
Killed more than 20 people...
Hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
Zhou Changlin and the others, who were kneeling to the side, were nearly scared to pee themselves.
