"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you!"
Wang Yaoyang, holding the knife in his hand, glared angrily at Lin Fan.
The last bit of rationality told him that although he wanted to get rid of Lin Fan tonight, he absolutely shouldn't do it himself.
After all, he is the son-in-law of the Han Family, Han Peipei's boyfriend.
If Lin Fan dies by his hand, it would be a big problem, and if Han Peipei and Han Longhu retaliate, he would be in danger.
However, the alcohol and contraband had already eroded all of his rationality.
In the face of Lin Fan's repeated provocations, he could no longer tolerate it.
"You useless piece of trash, of course you don't dare, you're just a coward. Holding a knife is just for show. A guy like you probably needed a lot of drugs to get it up tonight."
Lin Fan's eyes shifted to the high platform in the middle.
Zhang Xiaoxiao, tied up there, was breathing more and more heavily.
