Kurita Isao clenched his fists, seething with rage.
I might be wary of Lin Baici, but I'm not afraid of you lot!
How dare you all try to intimidate me in unison?
Do you think I won't kill you right now?
Kurita Isao was so furious he felt ready to burst, but facing Lin Baici, he still kept his emotions in check and complained in a soft, mild voice.
"Lin God, I've already lost a hand, and you still want me to go first? You can't bully an honest man like this, can you?"
Pfft!
Gu Qingqiu and Sannomiya Airi couldn't help laughing. Kurita Isao sounded just like a poor sap who'd come home early after his overtime was canceled, only to find two pairs of shoes in the entryway—one belonging to his wife, the other to some blond—and hear the sound of people playing cards in the living room.
When the poor sap rushed in, instead of beating up the adulterous pair, he looked at the blond and asked, "Could you go a little easier? I've never even tried this position!"
It was absolutely hilarious.
Still, it was understandable. Since Lin Baici entered the God Ruins, he had practically carried everyone here by himself. His performance had been spectacular.
If Kurita Isao were in Lin Baici's shoes, he definitely wouldn't have that kind of confidence.
They were clearly at the final stage now. As long as they found a way to kill that king, everyone could leave the Qin Palace. Kurita Isao would have to be out of his mind to offend Lin Baici.
"Look at those chess pieces. These foot soldiers should be the weakest. You don't even want to fight one of them?"
Lin Baici asked.
"It's not that..."
With Kurita Isao's powers of observation, he'd obviously