The man was in excruciating pain, clutching his shoulder blade, with blood flowing out from between his fingers, trickling down his clothes, almost entirely staining them red. His face was pale, covered in sweat, and his hair was soaked.
"What do you want?!" The man asked through gritted teeth.
"Simple," Lin Chuan smiled. "If you refuse to talk, then I'll just find a place to finish you off. You're not willing to speak anyway."
"You!" The man in white was furious.
"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I already know who's pulling the strings behind the scenes," Lin Chuan sneered.
"How do you know that?" The man in white looked at Lin Chuan with confusion.
"It's either the Song family brothers or Song Hao," Lin Chuan glanced at the two men, having already deduced the identity of the mastermind during their conversation. The mention of 'Mr. Song' gave it all away to Lin Chuan, so he had a pretty good idea already.
