Han Feng's heart skipped a beat and he broke out in cold sweat. He quickly lowered his head guiltily and said with fear in his voice, "I, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't know what I'm talking about?" Han Shi sneered. He walked forward and stepped on his hand, slowly and ruthlessly crushing it.
Han Feng was about to scream in pain when Han Shi grabbed his neck and said fiercely, "You can keep it to yourself and tell the Grim Reaper later."
Han Feng felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. His eyes widened, his face turned pale, and his body trembled violently, as if he was struggling. Unfortunately, it was useless.
Just as he thought that he was dead for sure, Han Shi suddenly let go of his hand and also retracted his foot.