Bitterness
Shen Wuxiao saw that he seemed ready to give up hope.
That would not do. The Dragon King Hall should still be sending another wave of people in.
He would stay two more days.
Shen Wuxiao smiled. "Still, I can give you one more small chance."
"In a few days, I'll be going abroad. You'll have plenty of time to prepare during these days."
"Do you remember one condition I mentioned at the very beginning? You refused it back then!"
Qin Liffei paused, then slowly said, "A head-on fight..."
Shen Wuxiao nodded. "That's right, a head-on fight. In Imperial Capital slang, it's called picking a fight."
"Gather everyone you can gather. Of course, you can't take Lan Ying away. I'm keeping that bitch as a specimen!"
"Also, I'll have your thirty subordinates released. It's fine if you want to mobilize people from the Dragon King Hall now."
"In two days, we'll fight to the death. How about it?"
Qin Liffei had no other choice and agreed. "Fine!"
Rather than let things continue like this, he might as well take a gamble.
Even if his chances of winning were slim.
At least it was a path to survival.
Shen Wuxiao smiled. "Since that's the case, I won't kill this Dragon Horn today. I'll give you a little more fighting strength."
"Remember, you only have one road: win. Don't even think about running. Of course, you wouldn't be able to escape anyway!"
"If, by some good luck, even one of you gets away, I'll dig up their files one by one, find their families, and settle the score one by one."
"I'll tear apart even the rats' nests in their homes."
That single threat from Shen Wuxiao left Qin Liffei utterly speechless.
There truly was no way to run.
He could