Feng Wu fell silent.
Because he had investigated the Nightfiend as well.
He knew the Nightfiend had not lied. The Nightfiend's situation really was like this.
Fang Che's face was filled with malice and frost. His voice was indifferent, carrying even a chilling edge.
Perhaps it was because he had truly regarded Feng Yun as a friend, making his tolerance for this sort of thing exceptionally low.
"If Young Master Wu truly seeks death, then so be it. But you don't want to die, and your identity cannot provide you with safety here!"
"Of course, what benefits me most is your legs."
"I don't discriminate against the disabled. But if a disabled criminal falls into my hands, that's another matter entirely!"
"Forget killing you or beating you. Your disability alone is enough for me to humiliate you to death!"
Fang Che said coldly, "Feng Wu! Young Master Wu! Third Young Master Feng! Do you understand?"
Feng Wu clenched his teeth and said nothing.
"If you understand, answer me. Say that you understand!"
Unconcealed malice shot from Fang Che's eyes. "I'll count to three. If you don't answer, I'll start discussing your legs with you..."
"I understand."
Feng Wu's words even carried a sob.
As the pampered Eldest Young Master of the Feng family, Feng Wu had encountered treatment like this for the first time in his life.
Done.
In secret, Feng Yun let out a long sigh of relief.
From now on, Feng Wu could basically enter the Nightfiend's rhythm and converse normally.
But to be fair, the Nightfiend's mouth was truly vicious.
Watching his younger brother get handled like this left Feng Yun with complicated feelings, and even a faint ache in his heart.
Feng Yun knew perfectly well that the Nightfiend had never intended to have a proper