"Two..."
Hearing Chen Fei's unhurried voice, the tall man, standing at six foot three, couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart, making him uncomfortable. Cut off his own arm? Who would be willing to do that...
But if he refused, the corpse beside him, lying cold in a pool of blood, made it impossible for him to muster the courage to say 'no.'
Seeing the tall man hesitate, Chen Fei shrugged helplessly, his voice turning slightly cold as he spoke.
"What, you don't want to? Fine. Looks like you want me to do it myself!?"
"No, no, I'll do it myself!"
Upon hearing this, the tall man couldn't help but tremble all over, almost scared to death... if Chen Fei took matters into his own hands, and lost control, or even did it intentionally, how would that even be fun?
That could be fatal!
"I'll do it myself!"
