The icy words were repeated once again.
Like the voice of Yama from hell, slowly entering Li Mu's ears.
Li Mu's expression became even uglier.
Wang Chao, this bastard, kept repeating these words, clearly trying to slap him in the face hard.
But the knife was pressed against his neck, and he didn't dare to say a word.
Li Baiyang and the others also looked horrified, on edge.
Wang Chao slowly smoked his cigarette and said coldly, "Young Master Li, if you sincerely consider me as a friend, or listen to my words, I won't do anything to you. At most, we part ways without grudges and won't have any further dealings in the future."
"However, you should not look at me with conspiracy theories, and you should not threaten me."
"I am a very easy-going person. Insulting me, belittling me, doesn't matter much. But if you threaten me, you will have to pay the price."
