"Hand over all the possessions on your person, or die, the choice is yours,"
"You're quite foolish, too. I didn't expect you to take the bait so easily. Do you really think there is any sort of opportunity here for you?"
Having said that,
The man with the whiskers, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, didn't bother hiding his power, as it exploded violently in midair. The immense fluctuations of spiritual energy made even his own underlings gasp, halting their breath abruptly. Realizing the strength of their boss, they all had a surge of proud excitement on their faces, grinning bloodthirstily.
"How about that?"
The reaction of his underlings also pleased the scar-faced, whiskered man greatly. His eyes cold, he pulled a dagger from his bosom, licked it, and murmured in a low voice, "Such tender skin, must be delicious."
"..."
Fat Long's expressionless face twitched, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.
Nascent Soul early stage, wow, so impressive!
