Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot, emanating a monstrous killing intent. The steel rod in his hand stood upright, pressing firmly against Sheng Tianlun's throat, causing a fine trace of blood to spread instantly.
Sheng Tianlun dared not move an inch, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and under the oppressive force of the other's intense aura, he felt an impulse to prostrate himself on the ground.
He steeled himself to speak, "Su Ming, don't act recklessly! I'm telling you, if you dare lay a hand on me, the consequences are beyond what you can bear."
"What consequences? Isn't it just death? Before I die, I can use you, the treasured son of the Executive Deputy Mayor, as my companion to the grave. Even if I die, it wouldn't be in vain."
Su Ming's gaze suddenly turned fierce, a menacing sound coming from his mouth.
Now he really wanted to stab the steel pipe into Sheng Tianlun's throat and vent all his hatred.
