He sat in nearly the exact same position that Shu Guan had sat in just a few days prior.
And the small paper men behind him formed a circle around him in the middle.
The old man looked at Jin Ziang, smiled and spoke to him.
"I have some questions for you, and I hope you answer them honestly. Otherwise, my good boy will really slit your throat, just like the bodyguard outside your door."
The old man pointed at the small paper man standing still on Jin Ziang's chin.
Though his face was full of smiles, those triangular eyes were devoid of any laughter, only displaying coldness.
…Question after question… why do you all need to come to me and ask questions!…
Upon hearing the old man's words, Jin Ziang became somewhat agitated, even forgetting his fear and wanted to scream wildly.
Meanwhile, the strange old man continued speaking by himself:
"A few days ago, someone came to my place to buy your life."
"Of course, I won't tell you who that person is."