"Ah... ah... ah..."
Big Head's screams echoed inside the private room.
The sharp dagger had pierced right through his palm and nailed it to the table.
Blood spurted out, trickling down the table in steady drips. Su Yufei couldn't help but frown and steal glances at Lin Fan.
To her surprise, he showed not a trace of fear in his eyes; instead, there was an excited glint. His trembling body was not from panic, but from the struggle to contain his aggressive genes.
"He should understand this message, shouldn't he?"
Lin Fan licked his lips, suppressing the dryness in his throat, and with a smile said to Big Head, "I've delivered the message to Che Laojiu. Now this is for you—if you ever try to act all high and mighty in front of me again, I will cut off your ears, got it?"
"Got it... got it!"
Big Head, his face pale with pain, never imagined that the refined-looking Lin Fan could be so brutal.
"Then you can scram!"
