"Ah!"
The man's face turned pale, almost twisted, with sweat beads all over his forehead, and a shrill scream scattered.
The other four people couldn't help but shiver. They're not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean they're not afraid of pain, not afraid of people, not afraid of ghosts, not afraid of the living dead.
They're just professional knife men, not professional assassins. Naturally, their psychological endurance is different from that of assassins.
"I only need one person to tell me the answer. The fate of the extra three will reference his, and I'll leave it to you." Xu Yan said calmly to the three remaining.
"Me! I'll talk, I know everything!"
"Damn it! I... I know too!"
"I'll do it!"
"I know too!"
The four clearly had some issues, but soon the first one to take the plunge was a person with a Chinese face.
The other three angrily shouted, expressing their opinions one after another, but they ultimately fell behind the first.
