"Secret location? How much do you know?"
I asked again.
The more I asked, the more things this Evil King, Kong Lingqi, seemed to have done, and the bigger his schemes appeared to be.
No wonder the Netherworld Bureau wanted him captured alive. There was a reason for it.
This kind of utterly heinous evil cultivator was no longer simply vicious on his own; he was building up his own power.
This time, both Liu Deyou and Chu Hongmei shook their heads.
"We—we don't know about that!"
"We're not sure. We only handled matters within the manor. We couldn't interfere with anything else."
"Y-yeah, Fellow Daoist, we've said everything we should. Y-you, please let us go! We—we're just pawns under the Evil King."
"..."
The two spoke one after another.
But even if they called themselves pawns, I had no intention of letting them go.
I spoke directly to them.
"Letting you go is out of the question. I'll give you two a little dignity instead. Kill yourselves!"
Upon hearing that, the two frowned and exchanged a glance.
Then Liu Deyou said, "Daoist, Daoist, we—we know we were wrong. Please give us a chance! We really haven't committed any major crimes! We only killed one or two people, that's all. Please show mercy, Daoist, and spare us! The more than two million in my account is all yours. The password is 316690. You can verify it with my phone right now."
Would I bow for his two million? Besides, once I killed them, I could still take the bank card.
But I generally did not touch money like that.
Because I believed in ghosts and gods, and even more in karma. I did not want to be tainted by their sins. At least, I was not short on money right