Chapter 1192 What Else Can You Do To Me?
- "Heh, that's impossible..."
- Shaking his head frantically, Han Anxin gritted his teeth fiercely, "Sir Yejue couldn't possibly know. If he knew and got injured, he wouldn't have come to ask me."
- "Then you should know that those thugs, in the end, all ended up in Lengye's hands, right? Lengye has his ways of making them talk. So, do you really think Sir Yejue doesn't know?"