"Thinking of taking me as a hostage and escaping?" Su Feiman's throat was clamped by his twisted fingers.
The voice seemed to squeeze out from his lungs, yet there was not a trace of fear, but rather his dark eyes shone with an unusual, strong light, and he burst out laughing: "King, oh king, from the first time we met when I was a child, every time I thought you would disappoint me, you always surprised me beyond expectation!"
Cold sweat dripped from Third Young Master Jun's forehead.
His body, simultaneously afflicted by illness and poison, had actually overdrawn its physical capabilities to the limit. The burst of attack at this moment could only last for a while and could not be maintained throughout.
His hand had to strain to avoid shaking, but it didn't have much strength to control Su Feiman anymore and could only resort to viciously brutalizing him.
"If you don't want to die, then shut up and agree to let me go!"
