When Long Batian dragged his weary body out of the detention center, Shen Fu stood quietly not far away.

It was still dark at 4 or 5 a.m.

He stood under the streetlights, like a wolf lurking in the darkness, slowly revealing his bloody fangs.

"Mr. Lu?"

Long Batian's eyes lit up with surprise when he saw Shen Fu.

He approached Shen Fu, completely unaware of the coldness in the other's eyes.

Chen Fu remained motionless, quietly waiting for his prey to approach step by step.

As soon as he stepped into his hunting grounds, Shen Fu suddenly grabbed the other man by the throat and slammed him against the pillar behind him.

The impact from behind almost made Long Batian cry out in pain.

But his throat was choked, preventing him from making a sound.

Long Batian looked at Shen Fu with a look of horror, noticing the unbridled killing intent in the other's eyes.

Not far away, the warning lights of the detention center were still flashing.

Long Batian tried to call for help, but his vision gradually blurred.

Just seconds before he was about to faint, a large amount of air rushed into his throat.

Long Batian collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat and gasping for breath: "Cough cough...you cough cough..."

Shen Fu squatted down and looked at him coldly.

His tone was as cold as ice: "Don't try to use your ridiculous tricks on me, and don't be so arrogant as to mistake a bit of luck for skill. I don't care about your money."

"Stay away from me and my family, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Long Batian wanted to retort, unconvinced.

But the near-death experience and the brief rebirth he had just had made him extremely afraid of the man in front of him.

His body trembled and quivered involuntarily, and he curled up into a ball.

Treading on tiptoe, even breathing felt like a painful torture.