Blood stained Count's features red, and the air in the secret room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this moment, Count really wanted to die, because he knew that Feng Hao would never let him go today. Through the red blood, he saw Feng Hao's deep eyes full of danger.
The breath of death.
This is the man of the Feng family. How can a man who is not afraid of death, does not beg for mercy, can endure all pain, and possesses overwhelming strength not be feared?
He had been preparing for so many years to impersonate Fenghao and climb up to that coveted position, but unfortunately, it was of no use. Because some things and traits cannot be imitated.
"Kill me..." Count was tortured by pain, and his wrist was strangled tightly by Feng Hao, as if it was about to be broken.
"It's too easy for you to die like this. I want you to remember that you have to stay away from me in the next life." Feng Hao's sneer was full of treachery.
"Ah... Feng Hao... you... you are a devil... a devil..." Count's face turned pale in pain, and profuse sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
He couldn't believe that the man in front of him who looked exactly like him could be so cruel. Even if he died, he would remember the pain in the next life.
Fujiwara Keiko once told him that the Phantom League killed too much and had been soaked in blood for generations. If you want to fight them, you have to be more ruthless and cold-blooded than them.
However, Feng Hao was so powerful at this moment that Count felt powerless and could only seek a quick death. The huge fear before death made him unable to think for a moment, and he almost fainted.
"Thanks to you, the pain I have endured is much greater than this. Try it, what does it feel like when a knife is pierced into your chest?" Feng Hao curled his lips, and suddenly pulled out the silver knife in his hand, and it was pierced in an instant.
Count's chest.
"That's how I took out the bullet from my chest," Feng Hao growled, and the knife stirred in Count's chest, stirring hard, "I am Feng Hao, understand? When such pain comes -
, I won’t even say a word... Men of the Feng family will not frown before death comes... This little pain... is really nothing..."
"Ah...madman...demon...demon...ah..." The silver knife pierced the chest, but the location was not the heart. The severe pain made Count unable to bear it. He loosened his teeth and screamed again.
His face twitched like a convulsion.
He simply could not imagine that death would be such a luxurious thing right now. From the expression on Feng Hao's face, he saw hatred, coldness, and cruelty.
Presumably, the fact that he had impersonated Feng Hao was the most intolerable thing for this proud man. Maybe, next, Feng Hao would cut him into pieces by Ling Chi.
He shouted in a low voice, his whole body looked like a bloody man, miserable and miserable.
At this moment, Feng Hao had already pulled out the silver knife, and with a flick of his wrist, it plunged into Count's thigh, causing Count to scream in pain.
"This is just a sharp knife. Have you ever thought about your thigh being pierced by a sharp rock?" Feng Hao smiled evilly, torturing this poor guy who was trying to fake his identity with the greatest cruelty.
That day, on the cliff of country R, he suffered much more pain than the current pretender endured.