"AAAH…" Facing the young boy, the old man struggled even more violently than before, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't even move a muscle, let alone free himself.
In the end, he could only stop and look at the boy helplessly.
"Let me go." His voice was completely different from how it was in his first conversation with Yang Ze. Instead of playfulness, it was full of anger.
"Let me go or else…" Seeing Yang Ze just sitting there, he threatened him once again, and this time, Yang Ze finally opened his eyes.
"....." Yang Ze didn't say a word. He simply pulled his table close to the old man. It wasn't until his body was just a foot away from the old man that he stopped, raised his hand with the knife towards the old man's right hand.
