"Qin Yi, if you've got the guts, kill me?"
Su Zhantian's face twisted in pain, unable to hold back his angry roar.
Qin Yi's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, "Alright!"
With that, he grabbed Su Zhantian's neck, his fingers tightening.
Su Zhantian's neck bones crackled instantly, his face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead, neck, and temples.
"Spare, spare me..."
Su Zhantian desperately pried at Qin Yi's hand, truly catching the scent of death, so frightened his blood ran cold.
He had acted on impulse just now, regretting it deeply now.
With a cold smile, Qin Yi slowly released his grip.
The fresh air rushed into his throat, causing Su Zhantian to cough violently, almost coughing up a lung.
"Young Master Su, don't dare provoke me. Squeezing you to death is easier than an ant.
If you're smart, act humble in front of me; you can be a grandfather when you're safe home."
Qin Yi spoke with indifference.
Su Zhantian nodded desperately.
