Under the chilling stimulation of the knife's edge, Baldy subconsciously shivered. Usually, he was the one issuing threats, but now the tables had turned, and it felt like his soul had been scared away. Let's not even mention whether Ye Fan would actually go through with a stab; what if Ye Fan's hand slipped? The more Baldy thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he carefully said, "Big brother, I really don't know who it is, but he was wearing sunglasses and a mask..."
Ye Fan slightly pressed down on the watermelon knife, and the sharp blade immediately pierced Baldy's skin, leaving a shallow trace of blood, then he pressed further, "Trying to fool me?"
Baldy was so scared he could cry and didn't even dare to breathe, wearing a mournful expression as he said, "Big brother, we're just riff-raff. No matter who the other party is, or what their status is, as long as we get paid, we will do as they ask."
