BANG!
In a state of unprecedented fear, Qin Fan casually slammed Miao Yingjie onto the ground.
With his left hand in his pocket and his right hanging loosely at his side, he coldly ordered, "Take me to Miao Haohao. That's the only reason you're alive."
"Cough, cough—cough, cough—!"
Clutching his throat, which had nearly been crushed, Miao Yingjie coughed violently as he gasped for air. As color returned to his deathly pale face, he slowly staggered to his feet. Staring at Qin Fan, he stammered in terror, "If I lead you to kill Miao Haohao, I'll die too! My father and the others will never let me go!"
"Do you have a choice?" Qin Fan mocked him with a smirk.
"I'm dead either way! I can take you to Miao Haohao, but please, I beg you to promise me one thing!" As he spoke, Miao Yingjie's expression turned fierce, his eyes filling with bitter, venomous hatred.
Seeing this, Qin Fan laughed. He seemed to have an idea.
