The lamp oil on the ground had all burnt out, plunging the secret room into darkness.
Hansen's face had swollen on one side due to Shen Yue's kick, his eyes narrowed into slits, preventing him from seeing Shen Yue's mocking expression.
Answering Shen Yue's questions was somewhat embarrassing for Hansen, and he really feared Shen Yue might jab him with a dagger. Shen Yue didn't seem like someone who had never killed before. Judging by how skillfully he had drawn blood, he could easily compete with top assassins.
"Of course, I don't want to die if I can stay alive," Hansen forced a smile.
In the meantime, Shen Yue had thoroughly searched Hansen from head to toe, discarding far away a pile of Hansen's life-saving gadgets.
Hansen was practically like a porcupine.
