"So, can you answer my question now?" Chen Xiaofei looked coldly at Mao Yanpeng. "You know I don't have much patience. If you can't answer any of my questions, then your usefulness to me is no different from a dead man."
Mao Yanpeng's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat as big as peas rolled down his cheeks, as if they were not sweat but the torrent of a breached dike.
At this moment, he could not tell whether it was the excruciating pain in his body that made him sweat so profusely, or the intense killing intent emanating from Chen Xiaofei that terrified him to the core.
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