Lan Zhengqing's appearance, tone, and expression were quite domineering.
It was as if he were announcing an imperial decree, commanding Lin Fan that he was already dead, rather than threatening him.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he had walked into an emergency room, hearing the doctor personally announce his death.
Moreover.
More arrogant and rampant than the doctor's tone.
He frowned slightly, staring coldly at Lan Zhengqing, as if he couldn't understand what the other was saying.
"What?"
Lan Zhengqing responded with a light smile, repeating again.
"Lin Fan, you're already dead."
Calm.
Cool.
Collected.
Composed.
Lan Zhengqing spoke expressionlessly, his calm and unhurried demeanor truly eerie, causing an uncontrollable tremble.
Although Lin Fan wasn't trembling, he felt there was definitely something fishy about the situation.
The previously frantic and furious Lan Zhengqing had suddenly transformed, in stark contrast to earlier.
