Facing over a hundred pairs of eyes—eyes filled with fear, numbness, and lifelessness—he truly felt a pang of sympathy.
After all, Chen Mo had not yet reached the state of treating all things as straw dogs, nor had his cultivation reached the stage of severing the three corpses. One could well imagine his mood. He was genuinely irritated with the fellow behind all this, Zheng Yuan.
No matter what, even if the relationship between China and Siam was good, even a strategic-level friendship, he would definitely send this Prince to his death.
"You... is what you said true?" At last, a westerner among the girls stood up and asked Chen Mo. She spoke in English, which he naturally understood.
Westerners tended to have their own opinions in this regard. Seeing that Chen Mo did not seem to be joking, she bravely stood up to question him.
"I believe you should have seen the people lying over there. They were the original staff here, and none of them will ever wake up again. So yes, everything I said is true," Chen Mo replied. To dispel all the women's doubts, he played the translation software on his phone again.
It was rather depressing. As a cultivator, his Spiritual Sea far surpassed that of an ordinary person, so learning a language should have been easy. Yet he could only understand a little bit of Siamese, and when he tried to speak it, individual words just popped out one by one. It was better not to speak at all, so for now, he could only rely on his phone to translate.
Although the translation on the phone was not especially accurate, it was enough to convey the meaning. The women finally understood everything.
"Wuu wuu...!" Then, starting with one girl crying, then several, then