The black-robed man shuddered violently.
He glanced at the enormous fist blocking his path, swallowed involuntarily, and stiffly turned his head.
The face that greeted him still looked utterly harmless, yet for some reason, the black-robed man now found it terrifying.
"Mr. Jun, I'll cancel the assassination job the Wei Family's eldest young master gave me right now. I'll never appear before you again. Please spare my life."
"Giving up?" Jun Wangchen sent the Ghost Power King, who stood over five meters tall, back to the Underworld, then gave the black-robed man an amused look.
The black-robed man grumbled inwardly.
I can't beat him or escape. What else am I supposed to do?
Of course, though that was what he thought, the black-robed man nodded outwardly and said in terror, "I failed to recognize your strength, Mr. Jun. Offending you like this was a crime deserving death. Please consider that I have elderly parents and young children to support, and let me off. After tonight, I'll turn over a new leaf and never take on another assassination."
Listening to this heartfelt plea, Jun Wangchen sneered inwardly.
With that fucking face? You look like a car wreck, and you're claiming you have parents and children to support? It would be a miracle if any woman wanted you.
Turn over a new leaf? With a face like yours, a fresh start is impossible. You need to be melted down and remade!
"That excuse doesn't convince me. By your logic, if I fucked your wife and then told you I'd mend my ways, would you let me off?" Jun Wangchen shook his head with a derisive laugh.
"You need to give me a reason not to kill you. Otherwise, you'll have to say goodbye to this world."
The black-robed man panicked and hurriedly