Chu Ge glanced at the hooded man, then at the masked man whose eyes were filled with extreme terror. The gaze of the hooded man turned completely cold, "What if I say I won't let go?"
"Won't let go?" Chu Ge sneered, amidst the rush of river water pounding the embankment, and suddenly pressed down a few more inches with the right hand that was gripping the masked man's neck, "Are you sure?"
The masked man's eyes grew more terrified, and his body trembled as if sieved, shaking his head desperately. His hands and feet waved instinctively, his throat making guttural sounds of "uh uh," and a large damp patch appeared on his crotch.
In this pitiful state, where was the previous arrogant demeanor!
When he saw the pungent liquid dripping down his pant leg into the river, he forcefully squeezed out a vague, but intensely despairing "No."
