Qiao Wansan was a little flustered, and made an excuse to hide it. "No way, that phone is clearly Zhang Qiang. Did I dial the wrong number?"

"You pretend to be like I'm an Interpol, and your acting is a child's trick in my eyes." Ye Cheng's words were loud and forceful. He frightened Qiao Wansan first.

Ye Cheng's knife slipped into Jovansan's neck collar, and the sharp edge of the knife cut his skin easily, causing Jovansan to suffer from pain, but not to cry out loud. "Half a lie, the next cut is your neck."

Qiao Wansan sweated cold on his forehead and was scared and hurt by...