"I ask, you answer, or you die, understand?"
After easily controlling the group, Wang Zhifan quickly walked to the window of one of the off-road vehicles and questioned a native inside the window.
Inside the window was a well-built young Asian man. He wore a yellow short-sleeve shirt and had several black tattoos on his body. One hand held a rifle pointed outward, and the eye close to the window was covered with a metal and glass eyeball, likely fitted with some kind of artificial eye. At this moment, he was under the ice control of Wang Zhifan, with a look of clear astonishment on his face.
"First question, where is this place?"
"Kill me if you must... Why should I... tell you..."
Wang Zhifan's first question was met with disrespect from the man, who stubbornly refused to cooperate despite being in a hopeless position.
Boom!
