"If you think that way, then you are sorely mistaken. I am very interested in your position, but that doesn't mean I intend to sit in it. While Wen Zhongmin may have little interest in you, I am different." As Liu Hun finished speaking, even before the middle-aged man in front of him could react, Liu Hun had already grabbed the man's head with his other hand.
At the moment Liu Hun grabbed the man's head, a surge of power immediately entered the man's mind, transforming into blades that began to sever the man's brain stem.
Initially, the middle-aged man's face was full of agony, and his eyes constantly struggled.
However, inside the brain, if he exerted too much strength, he might damage his brain, potentially leading to his end. Therefore, even this middle-aged man dared not use too much power in his brain.
After about ten minutes, Liu Hun finally put away the dagger, exhaling a mouthful of foul air.
