Xiao Yao sneered, "What, suffering from such severe internal injuries, doesn't it hurt? You still have the strength to call out to me."
Due to his severe injuries, even speaking was a struggle for Chang Haotian, as he bit down on his tongue to alleviate the pain in his abdomen. Despite this, his face turned as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The pain was unbearable, and he wished he could faint immediately for relief.
But even if he were to faint, it wouldn't be now—he still had questions that needed answers.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is my brother?"
Xiao Yao chuckled and said, "What does it have to do with me where your brother is? Why ask me?"
"Your brother disappeared so suddenly, and you appeared so suddenly too. I don't believe it has nothing to do with you," Chang Haotian said.
