Kirlin shuddered and swung a punch at Song Yun, trying to force him back.
Given the current situation, he had to run.
Song Yun was a Killing God, and many had died at his hands. More importantly, he wasn't afraid of Kirlin's behind-the-scenes supports.
Kirlin knew that if he stayed, he wouldn't escape death.
But he was too weak. Before his punch was fully thrown, Song Yun kicked him in the abdomen, sending him back into the room. He slammed into the table by the wall, cracking it into pieces, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Song Yun entered the room, calmly closed the door, sat down in a chair, and looked over, scaring Kirlin into retreating to the corner.
Click.
Song Yun opened the lighter, lit a cigarette, and said to Kirlin, "I have a few questions to ask you. Answer them honestly."
"Yes, yes." Kirlin rubbed his chest, looking at Song Yun with fear on his face, added, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know, can you let me go?"
