What's Behind That Place? (II)

"What's behind that door?" Grey asked with a cold expression, killing intent oozing out of his body. It was as if he would kill the chubby man the second he didn't give him the reply he wanted.

The chubby man looked at Grey's expression and fear creeped in. At first, he didn't think Grey would want to kill him, but the way Grey was acting, it was clear that he would kill him if he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"I don't know what…"

The chubby man didn't complete his statement when he felt an intense pain coming from his left hand, he looked down and realized all his fingers had been cut off. The pain he felt was greater than what he would usually feel if his entire arm was cut off, much less when only his fingers were cut off.

"I'm not in the mood for games, tell me what I want to know and leave." Grey's eyes were cold.