People looked at each other in dismay; with so many launching a sneak attack, had Ling Feng not discovered them in time, wouldn't they be corpses by now?
In the aftermath of fear, Wu Dahai furrowed his brow tightly as he looked at Ling Feng: "Mr. Ling, what on earth is going on here?"
"Since Wu Hua refuses to admit it, there's nothing I can do. I can only get something out of this person's mouth."
Ling Feng smiled, released the control of the Mind Soul Art, and the guy lying unconscious on the ground immediately opened his eyes.
Raising his head to find himself being stared at by a crowd, he was stunned for a moment.
"Speak, who sent you?" Ling Feng asked.
The man was taken aback, subconsciously reaching for his gun, only to find the gun at his waist had been broken, turned into a piece of scrap metal.
"Did you think I'd be unprepared? It seems you're not planning to confess, no matter, I'll make you talk!"
