Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly found himself unable to make a sound. His neck hurt as if it was about to snap, and a suffocating sensation overwhelmed him. His dignity was nowhere in sight, and his eyes rolled back.
Huo Beijiang held Qiao Jingxuan's neck as if clutching a chicken, effortlessly hoisting him up.
"Let go… you let go…" Qiao Jingxuan fruitlessly struggled mid-air, unable to free himself from Huo Beijiang's grip.
Huo Beijiang's handsome face was etched with coldness, his eyebrows knitted together in a stark frown, and his deep eyes were filled with menace. His thin lips, tight and not laughing, made even Jiang Nanfei shiver against her will.
She had seen Huo Beijiang's chilling demeanor in a past life. His apathy seemed to radiate from his very bones. She was once used by Huo Jinlan, who purposely allowed her to see his military-intelligence video. She was an eyewitness to Huo Beijiang rescuing hostages and manually snapping a villain's neck.
