In a private room at the Drunken Moon Restaurant.
Feng Yuan was still being held in midair, his body twisting and convulsing in agony. With his mouth sealed, he couldn't make a sound.
Ning Wangshu was deliberately controlling his strength. He made sure Feng Yuan felt excruciating pain without losing consciousness, and he wasn't in a hurry to kill him.
Seeing that the bodyguard who had made the call had put away his phone, Ning Wangshu turned to him with a bright smile.
The bodyguard instinctively shuddered when he noticed Ning Wangshu's gaze. He swallowed hard, but then forced himself to speak. "Y-you'd better hurry up and let my young master go. O-otherwise, when my master and second young master arrive with the Immortal Master, you'll—you'll die without a burial place!"
Though he spoke threateningly, his voice trembled despite himself, and he stumbled over his words.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ning Wangshu chuckled and glanced at him sidelong. "Then I'll wait and see how they make sure I die without a burial place."
Then he changed tack and looked at the bodyguard mockingly. "But since you say that once your master and second young master arrive with that so-called Immortal Master, I'll die without a burial place, what are you afraid of? Why can't you even get your words out properly?"
"You... I..."
The bodyguard opened his mouth, but for a moment he had no answer and didn't know what to say.
In the end, he could only shut his mouth and remain silent.
Ning Wangshu let out a contemptuous snicker. Too lazy to mock him further, he looked away and said casually to Xu Yingying, Lin Qingzhu, and the others, "Let's keep eating. Ignore them."
"Okay!"
Lin Qingzhu knew Ning Wangshu had deliberately kept Feng Yuan alive to wait