The black-clad man kept retreating, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Lu Chuan.
He raised his hand, pointing at Lu Chuan, and asked nervously, "You... who are you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Chuan instantly moved forward and seized his throat. "You've got some nerve, daring to come to me actively. Now, come with me."
Lu Chuan held onto his throat, preparing to take him upstairs.
The landlady saw this and immediately panicked, hastily asking, "Sir, what is going on here? Do you have a grudge against each other? Please don't bring death into my establishment."
She looked at Lu Chuan with trepidation.
"Don't worry, it won't happen. I just need to ask him some questions. Rest assured, I won't kill anyone here."
Lu Chuan held the black-clad man by the neck and slowly took him upstairs.
The man struggled constantly but was unable to break free from the constraints of Lu Chuan no matter what.