"No, no more; I've told you everything I know," Zhou Meng, enduring the pain of his severed arm and covered in cold sweat, said.
Fang Lin's gaze was piercing, sharp like a knife, seemingly able to see through Zhou Meng's heart.
However, Zhou Meng, being an old cunning fox, didn't look at Fang Lin; he bowed his head, completely oblivious to what the old man was thinking.
"Since there's no valuable information left on you, there's no need for you to remain alive," Fang Lin said indifferently, his tone laced with a hint of murderous intent.
Hearing this, Zhou Meng suddenly looked up, glaring at Fang Lin.
"Are you going to kill me?" Zhou Meng said incredulously, unable to believe that Fang Lin, a member of the Pill Alliance, was really going to kill him.
"Why can't I kill? To let you burden me?" Fang Lin turned away, not even glancing at Zhou Meng, about to let the Demon Puppet take action and get rid of Zhou Meng.
