Xi Yemo raised his hand, pointed at Wei Long's temple under his changing expression, "What interests me most is still your life."
"Master." Qin Feng whispered from behind.
Wei Long is North America's largest drug lord and one of the biggest underworld forces; killing him would be too easy.
"Fine, I'll give it to you."
Wei Long took a fruit knife nearby and cut off three fingers from his left hand.
Bloody fingers fell to the ground, a splash of crimson, while Xi Yemo didn't even blink.
"Young Master Xi, are you satisfied?" Wei Long grinned grimly.
"I don't want that, I want your life."
Xi Yemo's words made Wei Long's face terribly grim; dammit, he cut off three fingers and yet the man still wants his life, this guy is too cunning.
Qin Feng watched from the side, his heart pounding with fear, worried that the young master might kill Wei Long, which would be a great loss.
