"Hostility... a plea for mercy? And fear?"
As he approached Cheng Shifei, Jiang Dali also read more psychological activity in the other's eyes.
He guessed there must be some misunderstanding between them.
But judging by the aura emanating from Cheng Shifei's body and the short blood bar shining brightly above his head,
Even with great hostility, he couldn't pose any threat to him.
He walked over and with a casual chop in the air!
The air suddenly flared up.
The ropes binding Cheng Shifei snapped and disintegrated on the spot, even emitting a waft of steam and blue smoke from the break.
"Ugh—"
He instantly pushed apart the broken ropes, flipped over, struggled to his feet, tore the rag from his mouth, and staggered back, pleading fearfully as he stared at Jiang Dali.
"Great, great sir, don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I don't know anything. They made me pretend to be your brother, I was forced to do it."
