Yan Xianjue raised a finger to his lips. "Shh, not enough yet."
His tone was no different from usual, but the chill in his eyes had nothing to do with those words.
After saying that, Yan Xianjue even curled his lips into a faint smile.
Just as Zhuang Yuefeng opened his mouth to say something, Yan Xianjue swiftly stuffed the towel he had casually grabbed upon entering into his mouth.
He even thoughtfully explained, "This is to protect your tongue. Biting your own tongue off sounds pretty terrifying."
"You wouldn't want to become mute either, right?"
Ignoring the terror in Zhuang Yuefeng's eyes, he twirled the check he had just taken out between his fingers.
"I'll hold on to this for now. Don't worry, the Yan Household never defaults on its debts."
With that, he gestured for Yan Ci to proceed.
Yan Ci rolled his eyes at him.
If there had not been other people here, he really would have wanted to ask Yan Xianjue whether Lin Shi had been a bad influence on him.
When had he ever had so much nonsense to say before?
Back when they were putting sacks over people's heads, their coordination had been flawless.
With that thought, he grabbed Zhuang Yuefeng by the collar one-handed and directly lifted the slender man, who had been lying on the floor with his hands and feet bound.
"Tch. Skinny mutt."
He and Yan Xianjue had studied combat under the best instructors since childhood.
Zhuang Yuefeng happened to be one of the slimmer types among male dancers.
It was not until Yan Ci lifted the man's upper body and slammed him against the wall with a bang that he realized just how light he was.
He even suspected Zhuang Yuefeng had secretly hidden shoulder pads beneath his suit.