Dealing with a military lord like Tony, Ye Feng found it unnecessary to be polite and brandished a knife to scare him.
"The raw stone? What raw stone, young man, is there some misunderstanding between us?" Seeing the gleaming knife in Ye Feng's hand, Tony's legs trembled involuntarily.
"Stop arguing with me here, tell me, was the raw stone of Pi Dan taken by you?" Seeing that Tony could speak Huaxia, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief and loudly demanded.
Ye Feng was really afraid that this guy wouldn't understand Chinese. If he didn't know Chinese, Ye Feng would have had to find a translator. But since this guy spoke Chinese, it saved Ye Feng a lot of trouble.
"No… no! Young man, this is a misunderstanding," Tony, terrified out of his wits, hurriedly explained.
But Ye Feng wouldn't listen to his explanation, trusting only the knife in his hand. He didn't believe that under his cruel torture, the other party could hold on and not tell the truth.
