The man looked at Yang Chen's fierce eyes, frightened to retreat continuously, as if seeing a Death God from hell holding a scythe.
Whoosh!
A flash of cold light passed by.
The curved machete in Yang Chen's hand pierced into the man's thigh, blood gushing out.
"Ah!" The man cried out in pain.
"Where is the Viper?" Yang Chen's voice was icy, almost capable of freezing one's soul.
Watching Yang Chen closing in bit by bit, the man struggled to pull out the knife from his leg, but after several attempts, he couldn't move it at all, not to mention the pain, it seemed to be stuck in the bone!
"Where is the Viper?" Yang Chen's voice was deep, undisguised killing intent in it.
The man knew that if he didn't answer, he would surely die!
"The Viper... The Viper is... not here!" The man was so scared he was shivering all over, his lips trembled uncontrollably, "The Viper is not here!"
"Then where is it?" Yang Chen pressed on relentlessly.
