The overwhelming killing intent scared the souls out of Wang Fu Tian and the other man. In the workplace, Wang Fu Tian had wielded immense authority, standing below only one person yet above countless others. With a single order, he could summon countless powerful martial artists. But now, before a top-tier martial artist, his wealth and power were merely a sheet of blank paper—fragile enough to shatter at a touch.
Chen Tian stared at Wang Fu Tian. With every step he took closer, his aura grew stronger. "You're used to using your power to do whatever you want. You never thought that one day you'd have to face something like this yourself, did you?" Chen Tian said.
Wang Fu Tian swallowed nervously and replied in trepidation, "Friend, no... Young Hero, I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai. I only wanted to find the murderer who killed my son. I didn't expect to find the wrong person and disturb you. Please, please don't blame me."
"I can compensate you!" Wang Fu Tian suddenly crawled over on his knees and begged at Chen Tian's feet. "As long as you spare my life, I can give you anything, Young Hero!"
Wang Fu Tian was fat and bulky, and the look of panic covering his face was truly comical. Under any other circumstances, Chen Tian would certainly have laughed several times.
Chen Tian sneered inwardly. This was always how people like Wang Fu Tian acted: bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If his own life was in danger, he could sell out anyone else without hesitation.
"What can you give me? You should know very well that I came here for your life. If what you offer can't buy your life, then you can only die!" Chen Tian said as he