Han Shirong looked extremely tense, stepping back with every move, his fierce exterior belying his inner nervousness as he shouted at Xiao Zheng, "You little bastard, if you don't kill me today, I swear I'll kill you someday!"
His expression was very fierce.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng frowned, but then he smiled.
"You want me to kill you?"
Xiao Zheng sized up Han Shirong, nodded, and said, "Very well, I originally just wanted to break one of your legs, but since you asked me to kill you, I can only comply with your wishes."
Having said that, Xiao Zheng released a trace of killing intent from his body. Instantly, a chill filled the entire corridor, and everyone felt a great surge of fear.
It was at this moment that Han Shirong finally changed his expression, realizing Xiao Zheng was not joking. Trembling, he said, "You... don't come closer."
