Everyone here had once been a disciple who worshiped the Ugly Ox Lord. They were, without a doubt, members of an evil cult.
Lu Jun naturally felt no sympathy for them.
It was nothing more than a question of dying sooner or later.
If he could, Lu Jun even wanted to kill this entire bunch right now.
But he still wanted this dregs of humanity to burn out the last flicker of their usefulness before they died.
However, if he wanted to make these slippery scumbags obey him completely, it was clearly impossible without shedding blood and establishing his authority over them.
Lu Jun's gaze lazily swept over the crowd before landing on the man nearest to him. Smiling, he asked, "What about you? Do you like cilantro?"
The man shuddered violently. His lips trembled, and for a long while, he could not utter a word.
Not liking cilantro.
In the eyes of the man before him, that made him an outsider.
Death!!!
Liking cilantro.
Either he had eaten too much of it, or his status was too low. He was unworthy of liking the same thing as Lu Jun.
Death!!!
Moreover, this butcher spared neither men nor women.
Ye Sanniang, whom he had just killed, had been an exceptionally beautiful woman. That bastard had not even frowned when he cut her down.
What a beast! What a beast!
What the hell was he supposed to say, then?
No matter what he said, he would die!
This bastard had clearly come here just to pick a fight!
"Bang!"
A tall man suddenly slammed his palm onto the table and leaped to his feet, shouting at Lu Jun:
"You fucking came here just to pick a fight! What kind of bullshit is this about eating cilantro or not? Either way, we're