97 Mounting a Tiger

Two hours passed, yet Fang Xingjian had still not said a single thing. Not only that, he had not even moved, and if it had not been for the rising rhythm of his chest indicating that he was breathing, Charlie would have probably thought that he was dead.

Finally, Charlie lost his patience. Signalling to his assistant with his eyes, the air around him started to circulate as he spread out his Reduced Force Field.

The assistant stepped forth, moving behind Fang Xingjian.

And just as his arms were about to close in on Fang Xingjian’s throat, Fang Xingjian’s eyes snapped open.

“Were you sent here by the First Prince?