"Not bad, quite a plan you have, but how do you intend to deal with us?" Zhou Xian asked again.
From start to finish, Jun Mochan remained silent, watching coldly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
If it weren't for his pale lips, one might doubt he was even injured.
General Fan didn't know, that was also makeup.
Earlier, when he fell to the ground, he even buried his face among the corpses, taking time to apply makeup. That's quite an effort, isn't it?
The most important thing is, he didn't even apply makeup.
If this was in the past, such a thing would be unacceptable to him, but now he has a wife and child.
For the sake of his wife and child, he chose to make a compromise.
His calm demeanor made General Fan's teeth itch with hatred, making him more eager to tear off that mask of pretense.
"It all depends on whether I'm in a good mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll let you die a quick death. If not..."
He would slowly grind them to death.
