Lin Rui looked at Yuan Chengkai with an indifferent gaze, "What is it? It seems Sir Yuan has something to say to me?"
"Indeed, I have words that cannot rest until spoken." Yuan Chengkai was in poor condition; he had been tortured yesterday and was covered in blood, his clothes barely clinging to his body.
He seemed indifferent to his injuries, smiling sarcastically, "Lin Rui, you are so arrogantly pleased with yourself, but you are unaware that the signs of your demise are already apparent. I bet that within a month, you will die without a place to bury your body."
Upon hearing this, Lin Rui's eyebrows lifted, and he let out a snort of laughter, "Oh? I had no idea Sir Yuan was also skilled in fortune-telling. Can you perhaps calculate your own future as well?"