He paused, then said sarcastically, "No way, someone really died? I heard they found your uncle's body. And that Cheng Zhuo is missing, could he be dead too?"

Pei Di immediately rushed forward: "Say that again, you fucking idiot?"

Li Wenhe pressed down on Pei Di's shoulder, signaling him not to act impulsively.

Li Zhenghe: "What's wrong with saying it once? If you ask me, she deserves to die! That Cheng Zhuo doesn't look like a girl at all, she's like a shrew, all she has is a pretty face. Could she have been raped and then murdered?"

The man speculated maliciously, and then laughed a few times.

But the smile abruptly stopped, turning into a death struggle.

Li Wenhe's eyes were cold and bloodthirsty as he tightened his tie with both hands.

The voice, however, was both calm and frantic: "Try saying that again?"

Li Zhenghe desperately opened his mouth wide to breathe, trying to loosen his tie and scratch Li Wenhe's hand, but gradually lost strength due to lack of oxygen and suffocation.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was so real that Li Zhenghe was genuinely terrified. This madman, Li Wenhe, really would kill him!

His vision blurred, and his hands fell limply to his sides.

Pei Di realized that if this continued, someone would really die!

"Li Wenhe, calm down! The boss said we are cultivators, we can't kill indiscriminately! Otherwise our cultivation will be ruined!"

Li Wenhe released his grip. "You should be glad she's still alive, otherwise you'd be dead already."

Li Zhenghe gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Li Wenhe, and scrambled away.