"May I ask, young friend, your noble name?"
Li Erye endured the intense pain brought by his injuries, cupped his hands and made a gesture of politeness, inquiring politely.
He didn't take Ye Fan seriously, arrogantly declaring during the challenge to let Ye Fan wash his neck for death.
Therefore, he didn't even know Ye Fan's name and could only politely inquire now.
His attitude towards Ye Fan had always been one of contempt, but now it carried a tone of respect.
Initially, he thought that Ye Fan's name wasn't worth knowing, but the situation was different now.
In the face of life and death, personal dignity was no longer important; as long as he could survive, giving up face meant nothing.
"What, are you trying to beg for mercy?" Ye Fan didn't answer but instead asked, quite amused.
