C560 Low-level Swindler

Li Mingyong felt pain and wanted to scream, but facing Xiang Fei's ice-cold eyes, he didn't dare do so.

"Choose a way to die. Should I smash your head with a hammer, or smash your body with several hammers?" Xiang Fei stared at Li Mingyong, purposely using the other party's previous words to ask him.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped down from Li Mingyong's forehead