Wen Yu's silence was met with no mercy or sympathy from the Dominator.
It was like finding a cockroach in one's bed, crawling into one's underpants, wanting to gauge one's size...
Not being slapped to death on the spot was already a generous mercy from the Dominator.
At this moment, the Dominator held nothing but a leisure control of the overall situation, with the attitude of watching a small bug bounce in the palm of his hand as a tease.
"Do you want to see more?"
The Dominator's voice arose once again, still so gentle, still full of laughter in his tone.
Wen Yu gulped, turned his head with difficulty, and then saw the figure that seemed like a kind old man.
With graying hair and a kind face, he leaned against the corner like a small rogue at the moment, one foot on the ground, the other against the wall, arms crossed, looking at Wen Yu with a face full of mockery. The laughter in his eyes, along with the deeply brewing murderous intent, made Wen Yu shiver.
