"Old man, if you don't want to die, rein in your aura."
The cold voice made Hai Bo Dong's heart tremble, sending chills down his spine.
At that moment, Xiao Meng had already merged the AK-47 with his right arm. If Hai Bo Dong dared rebel, he would teach him what regret meant.
In an instant, Hai Bo Dong withdrew the chill he had released and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
"Thank you, little brother, for coming to my aid. I will never forget this favor for the rest of my life." Hai Bo Dong rose and clasped his fists in salute. He seemed somewhat sincere.
Xiao Meng stood up and patted his shoulder. "Since you've chosen to follow me, there's no need to take such a trivial matter to heart. You don't need to be so polite with me."
Hai Bo Dong's expression froze. He had been so caught up in his joy that he had forgotten about that matter.
"What? Planning to go back on your word?"
Xiao Meng glanced at him and casually sat down. "Old man, from the moment you agreed to follow me, I treated you as someone who would follow me sincerely. That's why I didn't make you swear any oaths. When I helped you break the seal, I didn't hold anything over your head either. All in all, I've done right by you. If you want to go back on your word, betray me in the future, or pay lip service while secretly opposing me, then... beneath the eighteen levels of hell, I'll forge another eighteen levels just for you. I'll make sure you can never rise again for all eternity."
By the end, a shocking viciousness appeared on Xiao Meng's face. According to the original plot, this old man had not