Chen Qingyun's face turned ashen, "Lin Feng, I really can't beat you!"
Lin Feng wasn't careless for a moment, nor did he respond to Chen Qingyun's words. Instead, he slightly tightened his grip, pressing the knife against Chen Qingyun's neck, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Chen, I hope you follow my instructions... have your men put down their weapons!"
Chen Qingyun smirked and shook his head, saying softly, "Lin Feng, tell me, if I had my men open fire directly, would you be willing to die with me?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Lin Feng said solemnly, "You're a coward who cherishes life. You definitely wouldn't dare to go down with me... In fact, what you should be thinking about now is how to escape from my grasp..."
Chen Qingyun's face stiffened, and his eyes showed despair. Lin Feng had completely guessed his thoughts.
"Lin Feng, if I let my men spare you, you'll keep your promise, right?" Chen Qingyun struggled to speak, feeling suffocated by Lin Feng's knife pressing down.
