The yellow weasel: "???"
The yellow weasel understood what Su Huan meant, but inside it was screaming in collapse.
'I f*cking can't talk, man!'
No matter how it twisted its body, the terrifying human in front of it didn't change in the slightest. His palm was as steady as a hydraulic iron clamp, clamping its neck in a death grip.
"If you tear my clothes, I'll peel off your skin to patch them."
Hearing the calm voice, the yellow weasel immediately didn't dare struggle.
"Looks like you can understand."
Su Huan's lips curled up, revealing his fine, dense teeth.
The yellow weasel felt as if it was looking at its most terrifying natural enemy; its tail went rigid as it trembled all over in Fear.
"Do you know where the place with the most humans nearby is?"
