"If you don't eat fine wine, I'll break your hands and feet. I'll see if I can force your secret out!"

There was a fanaticism in the black man's eyes, and the essence of his hand condensed into a knife again. This time, he was rowing toward the right arm of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng saw what he saw, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.

He has to win. Cao Xue is still waiting for him. Her blanket just hit her thigh. I don't know how much time she'll have to live. Originally weak, coupled with massive blood loss, I'm afraid Cao Xue's time is running...