Hsinchu City, in a suburban villa.
Qi Yun extinguished the cigarette butt, stood up from the sofa, and walked slowly to stand over Fei Bo, who was curled up on the ground.
At this moment, after Niu Da brutally dislocated both of Fei Bo's arms, he finally stopped screaming and was forced to calm down.
Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead, fear gripping his heart.
"Can we talk now?" Qi Yun's voice remained calm, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
Scar Brother behind him looked at Fei Bo's cowardly appearance with undisguised disdain. These young ones in the underworld these days had none of the backbone of their generation.
But Fei Bo couldn't care less about what others thought of him. His body was twitching from the pain, and he nodded with difficulty: "We... can talk..."
"Do you know me?" Qi Yun crouched down, staring sharply at him.
