GULP.
"You— Who are you?"
Seeing the middle-aged man in black who had appeared beside them like a ghost, the Song brothers, Song Li and Song Tao, were instantly dumbfounded.
"Who the hell are you, daring to barge in—"
"Shut up!"
"You... who might you be?"
As Song Tao stared blankly, Song Li, realizing something was very wrong, cautiously addressed the man. "Are you looking for us? Is there something you need?"
"Just say the word. If there's anything we can do, we'll get it done for you right away!"
"I'll ask you one thing," the man in black sneered. "Who were you just planning to kill? Speak!"
"This... I—"
"I told you to speak!"
The man in black suddenly made his move. He grabbed Song Li by the throat and lifted the man—who weighed over one hundred and eighty pounds—clean off the ground.
GURGLE, GURGLE.
Unable to breathe, Song Li clawed desperately at the man's hand, but even with all his strength, he couldn't break the grip of those fingers, which were like iron clamps.
