Wei Liang shrugged: "What 'sending heads' or not 'sending heads'? What kind of upright person would come up with such an unlucky name? Alright, alright, old man, you go do whatever you want. Us youngsters want to watch something exciting now, no time to play your riddle games."
The Mountain Man stared intently into Wei Liang's eyes: "That Song Rentou carries a breath similar to yours... If you don't answer my question, I'll use some other means to get the answer I want."
As he spoke, his tone carried a hint of threat.
In the face of the Mountain Man's threat, Wei Liang showed no reaction, merely sighed helplessly: "First of all, I have no idea what you're talking about. Secondly, do whatever you want, I don't care."
The Mountain Man, realizing his threat was ineffective, flexed the muscles near his cheeks slightly but refrained from further physical action.
