"I'll eat it, I'll eat it, even if it's poison, as long as you don't kill me." It seemed like this person was truly scared.
Ling Zhenfei took out four pills, handed them to the young guy, and told him to divide them amongst themselves.
The young guy also took one and ate it.
Ling Zhenfei said, "You might not know what you've eaten, but I can tell you this: as long as I want to, I can take your lives anytime."
"Yes, yes, sir, you are merciful."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Take out your phone and call Feng Zilong immediately."
The man had no choice but to dial Feng Zilong's number.
The call connected quickly: "Hello, how are things progressing?"
Before the man could speak, Ling Zhenfei took the phone over.
"Four ordinary people trying to kill me? Do you think that's possible?"
Ling Zhenfei's words surprised Feng Zilong on the other end, but he laughed and said, "It seems you really have a strong life; you still haven't died this time."
