Qin Hao's face wore a cold expression as he stared at the middle-aged man, his hand reaching out to grab him.
The middle-aged man tried to evade but was horrified to find that no matter where he hid, Qin Hao would catch him.
With this thought, he immediately abandoned the idea of resisting.
By the time the middle-aged man realized what was happening, Qin Hao had already grabbed him by the neck.
"Speak, who exactly ordered you to do this?" Qin Hao asked coldly.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth but made no sound.
"Heh, still a tough nut to crack, very well, I'll just kill you and see if you're still tough," Qin Hao sneered.
Qing Lie, beside him, couldn't help but interject, "Brother, you're choking him; even if he wants to talk, he can't."
Qin Hao, however, seemed unconvinced and sneered, "I think he doesn't want to talk, so whether or not I give him the chance to speak doesn't matter. He definitely won't talk, might as well just kill him."