But Yun Mu simply couldn't be bothered to listen, with an outstretched hand, Chen Dalang's body was suspended over the edge of the building, hanging in midair, feeling only the cold wind blowing past, draining the blood from Chen Dalang's face with fear.
"You... you really going to throw me down?" Chen Dalang still put on a tough front.
Yun Mu was utterly indifferent, saying, "That's uncertain. If my hand gets sore, you'll fall from here. I think I can only hold on for three minutes, so you only have three minutes. Once the time is up, I'll definitely let go."
He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the time, "It's 9:57 now. I'll wait until ten o'clock. If you still don't agree, then you'll get up close and personal with the road down below."
Having said this, Yun Mu's hand suddenly relaxed, and Chen Dalang slid sharply downward. Yun Mu didn't let him drop but grabbed him by the trouser leg instead.
"Ah! Help! Murder..." Chen Dalang, hanging upside down, kept screaming.
