Who's there?!
The fat man and the scar-faced man were both startled.
Especially the fat man, who turned his head and met a pair of ice-cold, bone-chilling eyes staring straight at him.
He shivered all over with fright.
He tried to break free, but the large hand on his wrist was like a vice, unbreakable.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.
"Who are you! How did you get in here!"
Ye Fei's mouth curved with a faint smile, his gaze still soul-capturing.
"I'm asking you something. Why don't you answer my question? Is torturing people fun for you?"
"Go to hell!"
The fat man reached back to his waist and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at the man's head and firing.
But as he pulled the trigger, he realized that the gun had been crushed into a lump of junk metal!
Right after that, his right hand went numb.
Looking down, that was no longer a hand but rather a mangled mess, resembling spicy chicken feet.
"Fuck you..."
The fat man began to curse.
