"You should be glad you still have information I want to know," Mu Xingfeng said, applying more force with his foot, until the sound of bones cracking could be heard.
Under Mu Xingfeng's foot, Qiao Shan panted heavily, and just as he felt breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, the pressure on his chest abruptly dissipated.
"Speak."
One word, carrying a bloodthirsty menace, struck directly into the depths of the other party's soul.
Qiao Shan gasped for air. The moment he was captured he knew he wouldn't survive, which was why he could remain so calm under Mu Xingfeng's foot.
Back then, Brother said once the task was done, a helicopter would take them away from here directly.
Even when Liu Xiaoyi returned and he knew someone was pursuing them, he didn't take it seriously.
He never doubted Brother's ability.
He even thought that even if the enemy caught up with them, it wouldn't be easy to take people from their hands; the villa was surrounded by his men.
