After kicking the assassin flying, Yang Yifeng strode over to the grass, grabbed his hair, and hoisted his head up:
"I'm a man who hates wasting words. If you want to die with your body intact, you'd better start talking fast. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you could die, but you won't be able to!"
The menacing words of Yang Yifeng gradually brought a look of terror to Michelle's face. To him, Yang Yifeng was nothing short of a complete demon. Confronting such a demon, he didn't stand a chance.
At this moment, Michelle knew that his death tonight was certain. The only thing he could choose was the manner of his death!
Remain silent! And Yang Yifeng would surely kill him in the most brutal way imaginable.
But if he groveled for his life, perhaps he could hope for a swift end.
"Speak, tell me everything I want to know, and I'll grant you a swift death!" Yang Yifeng said coldly, his presence incredibly frightening.
"I'll talk... I'll talk..."