"Thump!"
Hearing Zhang Fan's voice, Hao Huaiyi and his three companions suddenly halted in their tracks.
Their bodies stiffened, their complexions deathly pale.
Damn it, where the hell did this thing come from?
Didn't the special forces search Zhang Fan when they brought him here?
Shit, how did he manage to produce such an extremely dangerous thing!
Hao Huaiyi slowly turned around, his forehead now covered in a dense layer of cold sweat.
"Bro, let's talk this out, let's talk this out!" Hao Huaiyi's voice trembled as he spoke.
The interrogation room was only so big; where could they run to?
"Oh wow, now you want to talk? Weren't you acting all tough just a moment ago?" Zhang Fan taunted, stretching his leg out and leaning back in his chair with a mocking laugh.
Hao Huaiyi's complexion changed again, and then he raised his hand, slapping Hao Chenggong across the face.
