"If I tell you where Smiling Coffin is located, will you let me leave?" Kratir asked Chen Fan. All he wanted now was to get out of here as quickly as possible and save his own life. Telling the truth would only benefit him. In his eyes, Chen Fan was simply courting death. Since Chen Fan wanted to die, why shouldn't he grant him that wish?
Chen Fan glanced at Kratir. "If the place you tell me is real, I'll let you leave. That's the only use you have. There's no point in keeping you around."
"Fine! I'll tell you!..." Kratir told Chen Fan the location of Smiling Coffin's hideout. Chen Fan did not doubt him, because he saw the resentful look in Kratir's eyes. Clearly, Kratir thought Chen Fan was overestimating himself.
"I can go now... right?"
Chen Fan waved a hand. "Go." Kratir cautiously watched Chen Fan, then slowly backed away. Once he saw that Chen Fan was not pursuing him, he turned and fled inward.
But just as he was about to escape, the tip of a dagger burst out from his chest. Kratir turned around in disbelief and looked at Chen Fan. Chen Fan's hand had yet to lower, making it clear that the dagger had been thrown from his hand. With hatred in his eyes, Kratir said, "You... didn't you promise to let me go?"
"Sorry, I changed my mind." Chen Fan still wore the expression Kratir hated most—that indifferent, disdainful smile. His HP continued to drain away, and Kratir's face grew increasingly venomous. That hateful expression made him look like a demon from Hell. He shouted at Chen Fan, "You'll definitely die! You provoked Smiling Coffin, so you'll definitely die! The two of you will definitely die!" Even Asuna took a step back in