When all was said and done, the foreign races had only two ways to control Human Traitors.
Temptation and threats.
But times had changed. Even the most enticing bait the foreign races could offer now, when their cause was already lost, was like drawing a pie in the sky that required no effort at all—ridiculous and laughable.
As for threats, they were even more worthless than passing clouds to Mr. Song, who had long since set life and death aside.
"You're very angry right now and want to kill me, Curse Tiger Lord. I can already feel your fury."
Mr. Song ultimately managed to suppress his urge to laugh wildly.
With every word he uttered, the uncontrolled aura of pestilence drew closer. By the time he finished the last word, it was practically pressed against his skin.
If Curse Tiger Lord so much as willed it, the aura would instantly pour into him and take his life with ease.
Mr. Song wasn't afraid of death, but at a time like this, he didn't want to die just yet.
After all, how exciting the drama that followed would be! Under the immense pressure of the second gamble, both humanity and the foreign races had been forced to stake the fortunes of their entire races.
At the latest, the true victor would be decided before the second gamble began.
A scene of risking everything and going all-in was truly a once-in-ten-thousand-years event. How could he fail to appreciate it and let it pass him by?
"Relax, Curse Tiger Lord. I know exactly why you've come here, and I know what you want from me. That's right, I still have value. If you really want to kill me, you can wait until you've squeezed all that value out of me. Why rush?"
"Or,