"Don't—"
The scream was abruptly cut off as the tip of the pen stopped less than a millimeter from Wang Ziheng's neck.
Mo Fei gripped Wang Ziheng's neck with one hand, pressing him mercilessly against the wall,
while his other hand clutched the pen, aimed at Wang Ziheng's throat.
"You son of a bitch, say it once more. I didn't hear you clearly just now. What did you just say? You want to sue me, right? Want to fight it out in court, right? Want to ruin me financially, right? You motherfucker, say it again if you dare, say it just one more time—now, right now!"
With each shout, he pressed an inch closer to Wang Ziheng, the last sentence nearly roared into Wang Ziheng's face, spittle spraying upon him, yet Wang Ziheng dared not move an inch.
"You… you wouldn't dare…"
With a forceful push, the sharp tip of the pen pierced through the skin on Wang Ziheng's neck.
The stabbing pain turned Wang Ziheng's complexion deathly pale, unable to complete his sentence.
