As the Blood Gang group fled, they heard those words and turned around one by one with immense difficulty to look at Ye Lin.
Ever since they had seen Ye Lin effortlessly capture the fleeing Jiang Feng and the other man, they had sensed that something was wrong.
Well, this was it. There was no escaping now.
"Se... Senior, what do you want? I can give you anything. So long as you need it, so long as I have it, I can give it to you."
The middle-aged man forced out a smile uglier than a crying face.
Ye Lin had come all this way to their Blood Gang; he must have wanted something.
Otherwise, he would never have gone through so much trouble.
When people ventured out into the world, wasn't everything they did for the sake of those two words—profit and gain?
"I heard your Blood Gang has a blood-red mirror? Hand that mirror over to me. I trust you're a smart man."
Ye Lin raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile.
At those words, the middle-aged man's face froze completely. The men and women behind him also stood rooted to the spot, their expressions turning incomparably cold.
"Senior, are you mistaken? My Blood Gang doesn't have any blood-red mirror."
"Senior, I have a low-grade Immortal-tier sword here. I only obtained it after narrowly escaping death nine times over. I'll give it to you right now."
The middle-aged man took out a white sword and said with a faint smile. Then, holding it respectfully in both hands, he stood motionless before Ye Lin.
Ye Lin merely watched him with a half-smile until his expression gradually turned cold.
"Do you think I'm easy to fool?"
A thread of icy killing intent filled Ye Lin's grim voice.
It