Li Tianshun's face turned green, and his stomach churned violently. Forcing down the physical urge to vomit on the spot, he plastered on a smile and respectfully called out:
"Hall Master... you, you..."
Li Tianshun was miserable beyond words!
If he had not accepted the Temple of the God of Slaughter's hundred-million-dollar investment before, why would he need to put on an act beside a lunatic like Ye Chen?
Now, even if he wanted to shake off Ye Chen, this burden, it was already too late.
If he dared to quit now or show even the slightest hint of disdain, he would bet his life that this clearly unstable Hall Master of the Temple of the God of Slaughter would snap his neck without another word just to vent his anger.
He certainly did not think that this ruthless man, who had dominated the dark world for years with blood all over his hands, was someone to be trifled with.
These days... money was hard to earn, and shit was hard to swallow!
If he had a choice, he truly did not want to keep getting involved with this brain-damaged lunatic.
But getting onto a pirate ship was easy. Getting off was another matter entirely...
Ye Chen gave him a hollow glance, showing no extra emotion as he calmly ordered:
"Take me to a bar. I want to drink."
His voice was numb, carrying the desolation of a heart that had utterly died.
"Yes, yes, yes! This way, Hall Master!"
Li Tianshun felt as though he had been pardoned. He hurriedly put on a smile, scampered over to open the rear door, and respectfully ushered Ye Chen inside.
The moment Ye Chen's filthy body climbed into the back seat of his meticulously maintained luxury car,
the smile on Li Tianshun's