Ronan was very young.
This youth was not a disguise. He brimmed with life and vigor, without the slightest trace of the decay that years left behind.
Yet this young man had killed nearly two hundred gang members, including a powerful quasi-fourth-rank Transcendent. It was truly unbelievable.
Bald. Eady could hardly believe it either, but he did not think Ronan was lying.
An indescribable feeling stirred in Poison Wolf's heart.
Something like the feeling of having lived his whole life as a dog!
"I don't want to be your enemy."
Bald. Eady said sincerely, "I don't think I'm a match for you either."
He was actually a very proud man. He had encountered countless formidable enemies in his life, but even when he could not defeat them, he had never shrunk back as he did now.
At that moment, Bald. Eady suddenly woke up.
To his horror, he discovered that his mental will had been influenced and suppressed by Ronan without his noticing.
To the point that all his fighting spirit had vanished!
Poison Wolf's eyes abruptly became profound and shadowed.
"I heard you're very skilled with poison, which is why you have the nickname Poison Wolf."
Ronan looked directly at him. "Why not give it a try?"
Under Ronan's calm gaze, Bald. Eady felt as though every one of his secrets had been laid bare.
Including every thought in his heart.
He really had intended to use poison against Ronan.
After a fierce internal struggle, Poison Wolf dejectedly shook his head. "Forget it. Since you dared to come find me alone, you surely aren't afraid of my poisoning techniques. There's no need to bring suffering upon myself."
He drew a long breath and said, "I'm willing to surrender and go with you, but can you give me a little