Li Yifei didn't kill the two of them, not because he was kind, but because killing them would be useless. Their deaths would disturb the situation and could delay the signing of the contract.
Li Yifei walked back slowly, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He took a small sip. It tasted good, and the liquid slid down his throat, the slight spiciness stimulating his esophagus, ironically weakening his desire to kill.
Parsons swallowed. He didn't know what Li Yifei did after going into the inner room, but he figured the outcome for those two Japanese guys wasn't good...
Parsons couldn't move. It was all because the other party touched a point on his body, making him unable to do anything. This unknown fear left Parsons dripping with sweat after just a short time, overwhelmed by an immense sense of fear.
