Secrets?
What secrets could Han Yi have?
Everyone was slightly startled, then turned to look at Han Yi.
Han Yi looked indifferently at Han Rui, saying neither to save him nor not to save him.
Propping himself up, Han Rui fixated on Han Yi with bloodshot eyes and said hoarsely, "Just cure my leg, and I won't speak of it. How about that? You wouldn't want... that incident to be known, would you?"
Xiao Jian snorted coldly, lifted his gun, and pressed it against Han Rui's forehead, "You're the first to dare threaten Brother Han."
A sneer of extreme cold crossed Han Yi's face, "I'm a bit curious now, what secrets about me do you know, huh?"
