But this small room took only a few steps before his back slammed into the cold, hard wall on the other side.
Pei Xingyuan's chest burned with pain, yet his hands and feet were cold. He watched as those people slowly closed in, and beyond their shoulders, Jin Daji also limped his way in. Even the dim lighting in the room couldn't hide his ferocious face. His eyes were fierce, bloodshot red as he stared at Pei Xingyuan, as if he wanted to skin him alive.
At this moment, other than barely standing, he had no strength left to do anything else.
So he gritted his teeth and spat maliciously, "Get him, kill him!"
As soon as the words fell, those men in black immediately drew several daggers from their waists, the gleaming blades flashed across Pei Xingyuan's face, forcing him to squint slightly.
The blade was already close to his throat.
The chill emanating from the sharp edge was deeply unsettling.
