Ye Xiaofei acted swiftly, getting out of the car quickly and knocking down the other three people to the ground.
"Who sent you?"
He grabbed Liu Deyun by the collar, sneering as he did so. In fact, he suspected that these people might be from Hell's People, but they seemed different from professional killers. Although they knew some basic fighting techniques, their strength was too weak.
"You'll never find out."
Liu Deyun huffed with disdain. He had assumed that taking down Ye Xiaofei would be an easy task, but to his surprise, his plan had capsized in the gutter.
"Speak!"
Ye Xiaofei's expression turned frosty, and he slapped Liu Deyun across the face, making a crisp smack.
"Fuck."
Liu Deyun felt that even if he were beaten to death today, he would not speak. He had undergone rigorous training; a slap was nothing. Even if he were shocked with an electric baton until he lost control of his bladder and bowels, he still wouldn't talk.
Soldiers are all about loyalty.
