Xiao Chen smiled with such confidence that it seemed like he had completely seen into Anniel's heart.
Yet, Anniel was once again filled with rage at Xiao Chen's smile!
How could she, such a proud woman, be toyed with by the likes of the man before her?
Moreover, once Anniel resolved to face death, the man in front of her didn't seem so terrifying anymore!
"Dream on! You might as well kill me! If I'm not afraid of death, what else is there to fear?"
As if venting the oppression she had felt before, Anniel roared at Xiao Chen, "Hmph! I know your tricks. Come on, then! Torture me? We O'Briens don't give in that easily!"
Watching Anniel's furious demeanor, Xiao Chen was not in the least bit anxious.
In Brazil now, there was hardly any strength left of the O'Brien Family, or rather, there was no power that could turn the tables for Anniel anymore.
So, for Xiao Chen, there was plenty of time.
"You are indeed not afraid of death, but you are afraid of one thing!"
