Then die...
No more nonsense.
This time, Zuo Feng had truly developed murderous intent.
That ruthless resolve of "if you don't pay, I'll really kill you" made everyone understand that he was not joking.
Lin Mo frowned deeply and silently stepped half a pace back.
That gesture made his stance clear: as long as no one was killed, however much they extorted was their own business. This City Lord would not interfere.
Shen Tianyi despaired.
Seeing Lin Mo step back, half his heart went cold.
Seeing Zuo Feng's blade light poised to cleave him in two, the other half froze solid as well.
Money could be earned again once it was gone.
But once his life was gone, there would truly be nothing left.
"I... I'll pay!"
The word was forced from between Shen Tianyi's teeth, carrying bloody hatred. "But I don't have that many Spirit Stones on hand! Five hundred million at most! I'll mortgage my assets for the rest!"
Zuo Feng glanced sideways at Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"Deal."
Zuo Feng sheathed his blade in one smooth, flowing motion, and the merchant's smile returned to his face.
"Draw up the contract. Hand over the deeds."
"And if I don't see the Spirit Stones before nightfall..."
"I'll personally go take them from the Shen Clan treasury."
Shen Tianyi trembled from head to toe, so humiliated he was nearly fainting.
With Lin Mo as witness, the Left Clan and Shen Clan signed a Heart Demon Pact amid the ruins.
The Shen Clan members looked as though their parents had died. They had arrived in a fierce, imposing manner, intending to wipe out an entire family, but left like plucked quails. Not only had their ancestor been gravely injured, they had also surrendered half their clan's