"Don't kill me... don't kill me."
Lv Wenlong felt the pressure on his neck, his gaze met Ning Fan's cold eyes devoid of any emotion, and an instant surge of endless fear welled up within his heart.
He felt as if what stood opposite him was not a person, but a beast from ancient prehistoric times!
"Mr. Ning... um, we're here to collect debts."
Just as Ning Fan was tightening his arms, gradually exerting more force, watching Lv Wenlong's feet leave the ground as he struggled in pain, his face flushing red, Ouyang Feifei gently tugged at his sleeve from behind.
"Haha, I almost forgot about that."
Ning Fan scratched his head awkwardly and loosened his grip.
With his feet finally touching the ground, Lv Wenjun gulped air, massaging his neck that was sore from the choking, his eyes full of terror and the relief of having narrowly escaped death.
"Uh... sorry about that earlier, the method was a bit rough, don't take it to heart."
