Xu Xiangbei gently walked up to the tall skinny man and asked with a smile, "Who sent you to kill me? As long as you tell me a name, you can see the sun tomorrow."
The skinny man's face showed a fierce expression: "Even if you kill me, I won't speak. Do as you please with me since I'm in your hands."
Knowing the other party was a professional killer, such people are ruthless. Making him talk would be tough, so that's why Girl Seven called Xu Xiangbei.
But Xu Xiangbei was confident he could make him speak, for no one could withstand his muscle-dividing and bone-smashing technique for more than two minutes.
Xu Xiangbei extended his fingers, forming a needle-like gesture, lightly touching the skinny man's wrist. An invisible stream of Inner Strength swiftly drilled into the skinny man's body.
A trace of terror flashed across the face of the skinny man who seemed resigned to death. He felt his wrist being bitten by a mosquito, with a strange aura drilling into his body.
