Seeing Garcia frozen in place without reacting, Wang Kang curiously leaned forward, looked up at him, and asked, "Sick dog, what did you just say, what's going on with my father?"
This shout of "sick dog" was crisp and clear, especially so in the silent corridor.
Garcia's face turned shades of green and white, his fists clenched tightly and audibly, yet he didn't dare to erupt.
"Yo, Garcia, clench your fist again and let me hear it."
Cheng Ye fully turned around, took a step forward, and looked down with indifferent eyes.
The killing intent that had built up since taking down Zhang Can burst forth without reservation, startling Garcia into stepping back repeatedly, stumbling over his feet, almost falling to the ground.
He didn't stop, advancing another step, grabbing Garcia by the collar, "Come on, tell me now, what did you just say?"
A tremendous force came through, causing Garcia's face to change again, but he forced a smile:
