"Cough, cough... to make a long story short..." The moment Jiu Ming finished speaking, he casually raised a hand. A broad, heavily scarred man who looked like nothing but trouble spat blood and flew backward. The death-row inmates who had been constantly clamoring and spewing all kinds of filthy abuse instantly shut their mouths.
Mm, they were all death-row inmates—no fillers brought in to make up the numbers. The bloody aura hanging about these hundred people was exceptionally heavy.
After Jiu Ming made his move, the death-row inmates quieted down. When an expert made a move, it was simply... They had seen clearly that the unlucky inmate had been blasted away by a burst of air. The youth before them had merely waved his hand. Was this guy a monster!?
"Would you rather live a miserable life than die a good death? Or keep being death-row inmates and wait to be shot after a while?"
The death-row inmates said nothing, staring fixedly at Jiu Ming. They had no idea what medicine he was selling from his gourd, but Jiu Ming did not care and continued, "Right now, there's a good opportunity. One that'll let you keep living, though you'll definitely still be in prison."
As expected, a large portion of the death-row inmates were tempted. Having killed people, they understood better than most how fragile and precious life was—especially their own.
From the death-row inmates Li Xingke had brought over, one could see the black-haired man's intentions. Without exception, these inmates were all utterly vicious criminals.
He might have already guessed that Jiu Ming was about to do something unpleasant.
Well, so what if he had guessed? It wasn't like Jiu Ming was taking their lives... Sigh, actually, he really was going to take their lives...
"Make a deal with