After Ding Fan finished speaking, Li Feng, standing beside him, was very observant and quickly repeated Ding Fan's words in Japanese.
The middle-aged man didn't dare to shout.
Ding Fan's palm was like a steel clamp, tightly gripping the man's neck. The man found it very difficult to breathe and his face turned red from the suffocation.
The middle-aged man could clearly sense that if he were to scream or shout, the other party would definitely twist his head off without hesitation.
"I won't shout... Please loosen your grip, I can hardly bear it," the middle-aged man whispered in Japanese.
Li Feng translated the middle-aged man's words, and only then did Ding Fan lessen the force in his hand.
"Are you... are you human or ghosts..."
The middle-aged man tried to turn his head to see Ding Fan's face clearly, but to his horror, he could feel his neck being held but he couldn't see the person at all.
For a moment, the man's eyes were filled with terror.