Chen Lusi asked the question.
Amidst an eerie silence.
In the distance.
Beside the car.
Xia Panqiu groggily woke up, and the moment she regained consciousness, she immediately propped up her head and looked in the direction of Chen Lusi.
Then, she was stunned.
Chen Lusi had Feng Zhen in a chokehold, lifting him up with one hand.
And the once arrogant Feng Zhen was now flailing his legs, struggling like a drowning fish.
She looked at Chen Lusi's back, came to her senses, and couldn't help but softly sniff.
...Truly impressive.
On the other side.
Chen Lusi, gripping Feng Zhen's neck, watched him quietly after asking his question.
But no answer came.
Feng Zhen convulsed, suddenly stretched out his one remaining hand, gripping Chen Lusi's wrist tightly, the tears on his face filled with rage, confusion, fear, and pleading, entangled with hatred.
Why didn't anyone tell him... that the Xia Yue team had someone like this?
Why.
"...…"
"Begging for mercy?"
