His raised hand paused for a moment at Takada Naoto's plea.
Qin Fan turned his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he gazed at Takada Naoto.
"Want to live?"
"Yes! I want to live!"
"Then kill them," Qin Fan said in English, pointing at Matsubara Santai and his men with a deceptively harmless smile.
BUZZ—!
At Qin Fan's demand, Takada Naoto's mind plunged into a buzzing void.
Kill them!
Kill them!
Kill them!
The words echoed in Takada Naoto's mind like a demonic chant.
"No! No! I can't!" Suddenly, his body convulsed violently, and Takada Naoto shook his head frantically.
"Hmph," Qin Fan grunted dismissively. His paused hand lifted, ready to slam down on the Crystal Stone Ball once more.
In that split second, however, Takada Naoto screamed like a madman, "STOP! STOP! STOP!"
"Speak! This is your last chance!" Halting his hand just inches from the sphere, Qin Fan snapped coldly.
