"How could that be? You're Lord Lao, the incarnation of a Saint. Even if I had the guts of a lion, I wouldn't dare threaten you. I don't have a death wish!" Qin Fen said blandly as he leisurely lit a cigarette.
Could you have some shame? If this wasn't a threat, what was it? Keep pretending, go on and keep pretending in front of me! Lord Lao suddenly felt deeply depressed. He had been screwed over all day, only for a wall-digging journalist to show up at night. And he had the nerve to call himself unknown?
This was blatant threatening and extortion. Lord Lao's beard trembled again, irritation bubbling in his heart. "Talking is pointless. I'll give you a choice: either get lost, or don't even think about going anywhere. I have never been threatened!"
Qin Fen pursed his lips. You sure talk big. Do you even know where I am? Stay behind? You're overthinking it. Qin Fen activated the voice chat and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are you trying to silence me by murder?"
Lord Lao nearly choked to death. To his miserable realization, he truly had no idea where this guy was. If he didn't know where he was, then what was the point of talking about murder to silence him? He didn't even know who the other party was. This bastard was deliberately disgusting him, and he had succeeded.
That exaggerated cry of shock stabbed into his heart like a knife. So sour! Lord Lao nearly bit his tongue. This bastard! "I advise you not to play with fire. You can't threaten me!"
"Oh, so you want to silence me by murder?" Qin Fen asked, covering his mouth as he laughed.
Damn it all, couldn't you use a different line? Lord Lao's