The pain of losing both arms made the Mimic's face twitch. Hearing Ryan's words, he spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Ryan, glaring at him fiercely with hatred in his eyes.
"I'm not discussing this with you."
Easily dodging the spit, Ryan's expression was cold, and his gaze was like a sharp knife piercing into the Mimic.
"If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Seeing that Ryan had blocked the escape route, the Mimic gave a bitter laugh and looked at Ryan.
"No."
Ryan said coldly. Since they had already become enemies to this extent, there was no reason to let the other party off the hook.
"Then why should I tell you?"
The Mimic sneered.
"It will make your suffering less!"
Ryan said in an icy tone.
"Okay, I'll tell you. Actually, I don't know who wants to kill you either. The other party posted the mission through a bounty on the black market and didn't show up in person. Do you believe me now?"
The Mimic sneered.
"I believe you."
