Just as Ogasawara was about to answer, the Western men started shouting wildly: "No! No! No! You can't do this, you can't do this..."
He struggled hard on the floor, with a look of horror on his face.
Except for him, everyone else was silent, so as soon as his shouting stopped, there was an extremely quiet and weird atmosphere in the room.
Feng Hao pointed the knife in his hand lightly, and the tip fell on the man's foot: "Do you like your left foot or your right foot?"
The Western man's heart trembled, and his expression became even more frightened. He saw a compelling murderous aura deep in Feng Hao's eyes, with a hint of cruelty and cruelty flashing in them.
After being caught in Chicago, he was beaten severely, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
But now, his spirit suddenly collapsed, because those who captured him wanted to keep him alive, so they would not kill him, and the young, handsome, and extraordinary man in front of him was the one who could kill him.
He felt the invisible pressure getting bigger and bigger, to the point where he couldn't bear it, and his body had completely softened. The sharp tip of the knife was still moving back and forth at his heel.
"It's not me...it's really not me, it's a man from Mexico...he gave me ten million dollars...said he just wanted to...just wanted to scare you...spare me, spare me...
"
He shouted loudly. Of course, his mission was not just to scare Feng Hao, but to kill Feng Hao.
Now, he regretted taking this task very much. It was not about making money, it was just seeking death.
Feng Hao looked at him, expressionless and unable to speak. The knife cut through the man's trouser leg, leaving a shallow blood mark on his skin.
Almost no one who dared to shoot him would survive.
"Please, please, please spare me...my people didn't kill you! And your men killed all my people...I am no longer a threat to you...please...
"The man endured the pain, his voice getting lower and slower.
In the end, only a slight choking sound was left.
"Are you done?" Feng Hao had already switched the knife in his hand to his other foot, "As a killer, you failed miserably."
"Please, I don't know the origin of that person, I only know that he is a Mexican... Please forgive me... Since I have failed, please spare me..."
"You used to be Alan's person, so you should know how he died, so begging for mercy at this time has no meaning," Feng Hao raised a smile at the corner of his lips, a cold smile, with a bone-chilling coldness.
, "From the day you make a decision, you should know that today will happen."
The tip of the knife flashing with cold light moved between the Western man's left and right feet. Feng Hao's thin lips slightly opened: "Left foot!"
When he raised his wrist, the Western man screamed, and the hamstring of his left foot was severed by the sharp blade.
"Next, right foot!" He smiled, and the man's right hamstring was also severed.
The room was filled with the Western man's wails. His body was twitching, and he felt extremely regretful. It was really a mistake. How could he provoke this terrible man?
"You will not live if you do something wrong." Feng Hao threw the long knife to Ogasawara with a very indifferent expression, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, sir!"
Feng Hao turned around and walked out of the house, standing in the courtyard, looking at the blue sky above his head, with a calm and gentle expression.