The next moment, Song Hailong felt a cold gaze fall upon him.
Trapped between a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
Following the words of this masked man might give a slim chance of survival, but violating them would spell doom immediately.
He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and mustered the courage to say, "Lord Guan, I, I have some very bad news to tell you. You, you'd better be prepared."
"What?"
The middle-aged man's voice dropped, spitting out a single word.
"Speak."
"Your, your brother, Captain Guan Dexi, he, he's dead."
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
But Chen Fan knew it was the calm before the storm.
Song Hailong's body trembled uncontrollably, but he still managed to cast a bitter smile at Chen Fan, as if to say, Little brother, I am really walking on a knife's edge for you, you better let me go afterwards.
"What did you say?"