"If I die, don't even think about making it out of Country C alive."
Black Wolf was sweating cold beads of sweat from the pain, his face twisted into a menacing threat as he addressed Mu Shaochen.
He had underestimated this man's ruthlessness.
Three years ago, he had dealings with Mu Shaochen, when Mu Shaochen wanted to buy the necklace in his possession.
Back then, he hadn't shown such ferocity.
Mu Shaochen snorted coldly and plunged another dagger into his other shoulder…
"Will you talk or not?"
"..."
Black Wolf was in so much pain that his vision darkened.
He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.
In the air, there was only the smell of his blood; with each stab and withdrawal, Mu Shaochen was like slicing tofu.
In his eyes, there wasn't a trace of warmth.
It was a coldness that made one's heart tremble.
"Mu Shaochen, I will not let you go."
He was Black Wolf, and he wouldn't give in just because of a little pain.
Mu Shaochen stopped asking afterwards.
