"Not bad, I like people who are quick and efficient like you."
Seeing the situation, Wang Zhifan, who had witnessed everything, nodded slightly in approval and then continued to ask:
"Which one of you is the second-in-command here?"
He was clearly preparing to torture the second unlucky soul.
"It's him!"
The young man with the triangular eyes understood Wang Zhifan's intentions. He immediately raised his hand and pointed to a lean man sitting opposite the dead leader of the Iron Wolf Gang, whose neck had been strangled.
