But the juicy meat ready to be eaten, Qi Jingyu would never give up easily. He immediately drew his accessory and flung it, precisely hitting the black-clad man's thigh, pinning his leg to the floor.
Qi Jingyu walked over with a chuckle, casually tearing off the man's masked black cloth. As he studied the man's appearance, he said, "If I let you escape easily, how would I explain that to the Imperial Uncle?"
"Oh dear, no wonder someone like you lurks at night and covers your face with a black cloth. You are indeed ugly, far worse than me, tsk tsk…" Qi Jingyu mocked the man narcissistically.
Then he began the interrogation: "Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"
The black-clad man turned his head away, his throat slightly moving. Seeing the situation was bad, Qi Jingyu quickly grabbed the man's chin and slapped the back of his head.
