"How many of you are there?" Li Yifei, his fingers slightly relaxed, asked coldly as he gripped the guy's neck.
The thug eagerly took a couple of deep breaths; the closeness of death had been so palpable when his breathing was stifled, but now that he could finally breathe, he realized how precious air was to a person. Despite having taken lives, he cherished his own life immensely and quickly said, "Only if you promise not to kill me will I tell you."
"You don't have the right to bargain." Li Yifei's fingers suddenly extended, pressing sharply against the guy's ribs.
