Zhu Wushou was completely stunned.
An oath?
This guy wanted him to swear?
How could that be!
Zhu Wushou gave a cold laugh and said, "If you don't talk, I have plenty of ways to make you. Swear an oath? Humph, do you really think Zhu Wushou is a sick cat that's easy to bully?"
Fang Yi still wore a smile on his face.
"Look at what you're saying, Zhu Dong. I'm just asking for a guarantee, to prevent you from going back on your word later. After all, for big shots like you, breaking a promise is as easy as drinking water."
Fang Yi's smile remained gentle, as radiant as sunshine: "Moreover, Zhu Dong, you want to get through this and then slowly torture me, right? But since I already know you'll do that, do you think I'll still give you a chance?"
Zhu Wushou's brow furrowed.
Fang Yi's calm and composed demeanor made it hard for Zhu Wushou to gauge him at this moment.
Zhu Wushou vaguely sensed something, but couldn't pinpoint it.
"What do you want?"
