After confirming that Jian Jian was unharmed, Chu Liyuan shifted his gaze to the man lying on the ground.
The man was terrified by the intense killing intent in Chu Liyuan's eyes; he had never felt the God of Death so close.
Chu Liyuan stepped on the man's instep, and the man let out a tearing scream, "Ah—spare me! Please, spare me! I'll tell you everything I know, just let me go, ah—"
But Chu Liyuan did not ease his foot despite the man's pleas; instead, he pressed down harder.
Just as the man was screaming his lungs out, the police arrived, "Mr. Chu, hand him over to us!"
Chu Liyuan did not lift his foot from the man's instep despite the police's words, still staring at him with those cold, bone-chilling eyes.
"Uncle~" Jian Dan gently took Chu Liyuan's hand.
Only then did Chu Liyuan slowly release his foot.
By now, the man's foot was a bloody, fleshly mess, somewhat deformed.