When Song Yunhu heard this, he was so angry he could have spat blood.
He glared at Lin Han, roaring with unbearable shame and anger, "Are you fucking done yet?"
'He'd played me for a fool, treated me like a monkey, and now he won't even let me leave?'
"You want to leave? Fine. But if you do, I'll have no choice but to hand over the evidence to the City Defense Department—proof that you destroyed the Divine Strategy Army's Tiger Talisman and brutally murdered the entire Lan Family."
Song Yunhu's eyes looked ready to pop. "You took more pictures just now?"
"Yes."
"Lin Han, I'll fucking kill you!" Song Yunhu couldn't hold back anymore. 'This bastard is planning to play me to death!'
Lin Han let out a cold chuckle. "You'd better be more polite when you speak to me. I'm a petty man, and I'm famous for holding a grudge. If you keep cursing at me, I can't guarantee I won't do something out of line."
A threat!
A blatant threat!
Song Yunhu truly felt the urge to kill.
