"You're not willing, are you?" Feng Zhixiao sneered coldly, "If I don't show you some real power, you won't understand the might of the Heaven-defying Gang!"
As he spoke, Feng Zhixiao waved at Liu the Tyrant, who immediately brought in a wolfdog muzzled at the mouth. The wolfdog's eyes gleamed with a ghostly green, likely from having starved for a day. If the muzzle were removed, it would surely lash out at any edible flesh in front of it.
The guys inside the cage turned pale with fear, huddling together in a corner. The uncle from the Liu Clan shouted angrily, "What are you doing, have you no humanity left?"
