Upon hearing Zhe Mu's words, Dr. Huang fell silent, staring intently at Zhe Mu.
Zhe Mu wasn't in a rush to make a move, he wanted to let this dying man say his final words. Although he preferred scheming, he could still grant a small wish before someone's death, but it was a very small one indeed.
"You truly believe that you can kill me?"
"And if not?" retorted Zhe Mu.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his hair stand straight up due to sudden bad premonition. He swiftly glanced around, but discovered no abnormalities, so he shifted his gaze back to Dr. Huang.
"You're messing with me?"
"No, but have you ever heard one saying?"
"What saying?"
"It's that the ginger gets spicier as it gets older. You killed Tianlang, and I'm going to settle this score with you!"
"Settling a score, is it? Well, let's see how spicy this old ginger really is."
Zhe Mu's tone didn't betray any emotion, his voice was somewhat stifled as it emerged from his mask.
