Mo Han's speed caught everyone by surprise, except for Cheng Debiao.
At Chuyun Manor, even the arrogant Nie Kuangtu had been readily handled by Mo Han, let alone an ordinary person like him.
He knew very well that had Mo Han exerted just a bit more force in his grip, he would have met the King of Hell immediately.
But he was helpless, as the lives of fifty-seven members of the Cheng Family were in the hands of Nie Huihuang.
If he dared to defy Nie Huihuang, his family's fifty-seven members would never see tomorrow's sun.
"Huff, puff, puff!"
Cheng Debiao gasped heavily a few times, his neck almost turning red.
He desperately tried to restrain the fear in his heart and shouted at Mo Han, "Mo Han! If you have the guts, kill me!"
"Kill me, ah!"
"Aren't you very badass? Do it!"
"If you kill me, you can avenge this girl. You also won't have to worry about me, Cheng Debiao, causing you trouble in the future!"
"Do it!"
