A palm filled with explosive power, invisible and traceless, somehow appeared at the base of Lin Dong's neck without notice.
As Lin Zifeng's arm strength deepened, his fingers clenched Lin Dong's neck fiercely like the sharp blades of ghostly demons.
Lin Dong's eyes widened in terror as he realized his neck was chillingly cold, but he was helpless to escape.
"Cough, cough...!"
Lin Dong felt his breath suddenly cut off, the excruciating pain in his neck as if thousands of sharp blades deeply penetrated his flesh.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, could you say it again please?"
Lin Zifeng hoisted Lin Dong in front of him, his face bearing a sinister smile that made Lin Dong feel as if facing the Death God himself.
"Zifeng… Big brother Zifeng, let's talk this over slowly, could you please… let go of Little Dong first?"
