Zhang Bolong had a near-death experience at the Gates of Hell, terrified out of his wits.
"I—I can tell you, but—but you must spare me."
"Give me a way out, I—I will leave Yang City immediately and never return."
As Zhang Bolong spoke, his body trembled.
Clearly, his courage had been shattered.
Zhang Xiaoshan stood in a dominant position, looking down at Zhang Bolong.
"Alright, tell me. If your secret satisfies me, I might consider letting you off."
"No, you can't let him go."
Zhang Jian shouted excitedly.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately squinted his eyes, giving Zhang Jian a cold glance.
"What, do I need to consult you on what I want to do?"
"No, I—I wouldn't dare."
Zhang Jian lowered his head slightly, feeling guilty and fearful.
"Alright, go ahead."
Zhang Xiaoshan urged Zhang Bolong again.
Zhang Bolong hesitated nervously.
"What—what if I tell you, and you don't let me leave?"
"Do you have the right to negotiate terms with me?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's expression turned grim.
