Looking at Yang Tao lying on the ground pleading, Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes were filled with disgust.
"Know the fear now?"
"I'm asking you, where have you taken Luo Meili and Xu Xiaomeng?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's tone was extremely cold.
Yang Tao, who caught his breath, seized a sliver of opportunity and immediately spoke.
"Zhang, Miracle Doctor Zhang, let's talk this over, don't forget, your two women are still in my junior's hands. If you truly do something to me, my junior certainly won't spare those two women easily. If you let me go now, there's perhaps room for negotiation."
"Is this your way of indirectly threatening me?"
The ferocity in Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes grew even more intense.
"Snort."
Qing Mei appeared in his hand, a sword swung out.
"Slash."
Yang Tao's nose was directly cut off, blood flowing copiously.
"Ah, my nose, my nose—"
Yang Tao wailed in agony.
The previous arrogance and recklessness had long dissipated completely.
