Wenyan nodded vigorously.
Then the man relaxed his grip, and continued in his hoarse, broken voice:
"If you don't scream, I'll let you go."
Wenyan nodded even more forcefully, but she didn't dare to look directly at him.
It was a face beyond recognition.
It looked like it had been burned by fire. Three-quarters of his face was ruined beyond recognition, and you couldn't tell what he originally looked like. When he suddenly appeared, Wenyan was truly almost scared out of her wits.
His vocal cords seemed to be damaged as well, but from his build, you could tell he was a man, and the skin on the palms of his exposed hands was intact.
From the condition of the skin on his hands, he seemed to be a middle-aged man, no longer young.
As she was frantically thinking all this, he had already untied the ropes binding Wenyan and Shen Jingchuan.
