"Since you're seeking death, I won't hold back; I'll kill you first and talk later."
The Rough Man, enraged by Mengyao's wine splashing and the insulting words like "bastard," focused his knife-like gaze on Mengyao, wrapped in fierce intent to kill.
This was his last probe and his final threat.
If Mengyao yielded to the threat, it would mean Mengyao was bluffing and didn't know his true identity.
If the probe failed, it naturally meant Mengyao couldn't possibly know who he was.
Among his three hobbies of teasing, killing, and sex, he was most keen on teasing. With his pride, believing he hadn't revealed any clues about his identity, Mengyao couldn't possibly know who he was. If she guessed it right, it would mean his failure.
Such a failure was unbearable for him, and he dared not fail.
"Oh no!" Qiu Wen and Du Xueqi were thunderstruck. Within the Rough Man's three-meter radius, a strange aura formed, murderous intent radiating intensely, leaving them breathless.
