The moment these people chose to fight for Yamamoto Ichiro, their fate was sealed.
Because traitors are always far more despicable than enemies.
Seeing how brutally Lin Han treated even his own countrymen, Yamamoto Ichiro nearly pissed himself in terror.
He trembled uncontrollably.
The next instant, Lin Han was in front of him, one hand wrapped around his throat, slamming him against the wall.
"Listen here, you bastard. I'm only going to ask you this once: Where is the person I'm looking for?"
Yamamoto Ichiro trembled, a mixture of humiliation and rage.
'How could a minister like him be insulted as a bastard?'
'This guy deserves to die!'
But he remained stubborn. "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know Sun Mengying!"
Stubborn to the very end!
'He refused to believe it. Would Lin Han really dare to kill him?'
"Heh heh... Are you betting that I won't dare to kill you?"
Lin Han smiled.
Then, an overwhelming wave of agony washed over him.
