"He clearly spared you, why did you still want to kill him?"
Cai Weiqi's lips quivered, his body drenched in cold sweat. Lu Yebai spoke with unsettling calmness, yet to Cai, it felt as if he were a frog under a serpent's gaze, completely paralyzed.
He felt the fear of death.
He glanced at the whip Lu Yebai held nonchalantly in his hand. The black leather whip under the dim light shimmered with a bloodthirsty glow, its color not just black, but a dark, bloody red—dyed by the blood of countless, it seemed.
He might die a terribly gruesome death before this was over.
Lu Yebai did not speak further, merely gazing at him indifferently, smoking a cigarette, his eyes fixated on Cai Weiqi's face.
Under his stare, Cai felt his heartbeat nearly stop, trembling he pleaded, "Young Master Lu… I really, truly didn't know he was your friend… Please… spare me…"
