"I'll speak, I'll speak, I am Dong Dafu." The other party yelled as if they were slaughtering a pig.
"Dong Dafu?"
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment. Wasn't he Dong Shengji's father? His wife just said he had gone back to his hometown with his son, didn't she? How could he appear here?"
"Why did you want to harm Miss Song?" Chen Feng's gaze turned cold, his finger pressing on the man's wrist, easing his pain a little so he wouldn't faint from it.
"I... I didn't harm Miss Song, I just... just wanted to take her somewhere."
Dong Dafu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Though Chen Feng had lessened some of his pain, the knife stuck in his palm caused excruciating pain if he moved.
"Take her where?" Chen Feng's eyes watched him closely, noting his breathing and gaze to determine whether he was lying.
"To... to the Holy Land." Dong Dafu's eyes held a fanatic zeal.
