Ling Liao's face was deathly pale. Shivering, he couldn't utter a single word. He could tell that Chen Xiao had come with murderous intent today!
Even the three Tributors were dead. What could he possibly do?
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. "Spare me! Young Hero, spare me! If you're willing to let me go, I'll pay for my life! I'll give you one hundred million... no, five hundred million!"
"And I promise, I will never trouble you again."
"Too late," Chen Xiao's voice was ice-cold. "When you were trying to have us killed, when you dug up Qin Lan's parents' graves, did you ever consider this would be your end?"
Ling Liao's lips trembled, his face ashen with despair.
RUMBLE— Suddenly, a convoy of vehicles roared into the area like a pack of savage beasts. The air was thick with murderous intent; it was an immense display of force!
"The Jinyi Bureau!"
"Second Master Ling is back!"
The men from the Jinyi Bureau had returned for the kill.
