Guan Dexi's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Chen Fan.
If looks could kill, Chen Fan would have died a hundred times over.
"If you think I'm playing with you, let me make it clear, it doesn't matter."
Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders, waving the knife in his hand,
"Don't worry, my saber technique is fast, you won't feel any pain."
"No!"
Guan Dexi was almost scared out of his wits.
No pain?
Then was the previous pain all an illusion?
"Friend, please, don't kill me. Whatever questions you have, just ask, I'll tell you everything I know."
He begged bitterly. No one truly wants to die, even if the hope of survival is slim.
"Okay, I'll ask you, that woman, why did you kill her?"
Chen Fan glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked.
"Her?"
Guan Dexi froze, then snorted coldly, "That bitch was sneaking around with other men behind my back, why wouldn't I kill her?"
Chen Fan chuckled, "That's not quite what I heard outside."
Guan Dexi's expression changed instantly.
