The remaining man with a mustache looked pale as a sheet. It was hard to tell whether he was mourning his fallen companion or fearing that the same fate would soon befall him.
This time, Ling Feng didn't let Chen Yan take action, as he felt she had been too forceful earlier and accidentally killed someone. After all, it was her first time, and she now seemed a little shaken.
So, Ling Feng turned around, glanced at the mustached man, and then unsealed his acupoints.
The man's eyes flickered, his emotions hard to decipher—whether it was fear, anger, or a mix of both.
"You were the ones who charged at us of your own accord. You sought death—it's no fault of ours!"
Ling Feng said with a smirk before asking, "Alright, talk now. Who are you people?"
"Don't think you'll pry any information out of me!"
The mustached man retorted coldly.
"Oh, really?"
Ling Feng sneered. "You're underestimating my methods!"
