Lin Zifeng stepped on the man's chest, his cold gaze as sharp as two blades slicing through the man's body.
Squinting his eyes, he smiled and said, "This time, you'll let me have your clothes, right?"
"Bro-brother, spare me, please spare me!"
The man's face was covered in blood, his hands trembling, eager to immediately take off his clothes.
"Bro-brother. Oh! No, no, no, big brother, are you satisfied now?" The man hurriedly undid his clothes and handed them to Lin Zifeng.
"Hmm, I'm quite satisfied, but there's one more question I want to ask you."
"What question, brother? Just speak up, as long as I know, I will tell you everything without hiding anything!"
The man's face was bloodied and ferocious.
Looking at the young man in front of him like a devil, his heart was filled with fear.
"What's the relationship between the fire tattoo on your chest and those Indians and Vietnamese?"
"Do I really have to say?" The man's face was filled with a conflicted expression.
