Lin Fan just stared at him with cold eyes.
After obtaining such strength and displaying it in front of him… Now he was asking what it could do?
Wasn't this obvious mockery?
If this is not humiliation, then what is?
This man was clearly mocking him for knowing the opportunity, yet failing to grasp it.
Lin Fan clenched his fists slightly.
But in the end, he lowered his head and remained silent.
"Not speaking?" Wu Chaochang said casually.
He didn't seem bothered.
"It doesn't matter."
He turned away as if losing interest.
"Seven."
"Yes, leader?"
A red-robed figure stepped forward.
Wu Chaochang didn't even look back and casually ordered.
"Dispose of him."
His tone was indifferent.
"Extract all his blood and take out his heart. Don't waste anything."
It sounded like he was giving instructions to take out trash.
Lin Fan's body went cold.
For a moment, he couldn't react.
'They're… serious?'
"Understood, leader." Number Seven nodded, as if this were a normal routine.
