After dealing with the scarred bald man, Ren Feifan's gaze fell on the remaining few, who, seeing their leader killed by this young man, knew well they couldn't oppose him and prepared to flee.
But before they had run far, they felt their bodies bound by a terrifying force, and they fell to the ground, completely collapsing in the desert.
Ren Feifan approached them and said indifferently, "Your boss didn't talk, and now he's dead. If you choose not to speak, you should know what the outcome will be."
The group lifted their heads to glance at Ren Feifan, not daring to breathe heavily, their bodies shaking violently.
Looking at the Hidden Sword Villa's throwing knife in the palm of Ren Feifan's hand, they swallowed hard, their clothes already soaked through with sweat beads the size of beads appeared on their foreheads.
One of them even "thumped" to his knees, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Sir, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything in detail!"