He groaned in pain, trying to struggle. But whether he wanted to resist, curse, or surrender, the sounds he made were muffled, inaudible, and posed no threat to Wang Zhan.
"HISS... HISS... HISS..."
Wang Zhan kindly advised, "Don't bother trying to speak. The more you talk, the faster you'll die. Do you really want to die on my watch and have me blamed for it?"
Looking at this repulsive face, one he desperately wanted to pummel, Snakehead finally closed his eyes weakly.
Little did he know that what was to come would truly be a thunderbolt out of the blue.
"How about this: give me your set of martial arts, and I promise I won't leak that you're a spy for the Original Organization. What do you say?"
SWOOSH...
Snakehead's eyes snapped wide open, glaring fiercely at Wang Zhan.
"ARGH... ARGH... ARGH..."
Who exactly is Wang Zhan?
How does he know about the Original Organization?
