"I'm asking you, what's your name? Do I need to ask again?" Qin Fan snarled, ignoring the flecks of blood on his shoes, his voice laced with chilling intensity.
"Wen... Wen Congshu!" the man choked out, his body and mind collapsing.
"What... what do you want? Do you dumb grunts even know I'm one of the Liao Family's Crown Prince's men? You're insane, all of you!"
Upon seeing Wen Congshu in such a miserable state, Guo Wenhai was swamped with panic and shock, and he could no longer stop himself from roaring. He knew these soldiers couldn't possibly be unaware of the Liao Family. The Liao Family was his ace up his sleeve—the very foundation of his reputation as the "City God of Ningchuan." He had reached the point where he had no choice but to play that card.
The Liao Family, huh? Fine, I'll add them to the list later!
His brow furrowed with an increasingly menacing air, Qin Fan ignored Guo Wenhai's trump card and reached into his pocket for his phone.
