"Heh. Since you're so blinded by this so-called debt of gratitude that you can't tell right from wrong, I can't leave a menace like you alive."
Song Yaoyao had never been good-tempered. With a thought, she used her pocket as cover and brought the Pistol into her hand.
She raised the Pistol, aimed its dark muzzle at Lin Xuyi's forehead, and pulled the trigger. A single bang rang out, and Lin Xuyi fell to the ground.
The gunshot startled a flock of birds into flight in the silent night.
No one had expected Song Yaoyao to kill at the first sign of disagreement.
Song Yaoyao swept her gaze around and said:
"Who else objects? Go ahead and say it. I can send you to keep Deputy General Lin company!
I've exhausted every kind word I have. If anyone still can't tell right from wrong, I don't mind sending them on their way.
Don't think you can trample us underfoot just because only three of us came here today.
Would we have come alone into the lion's den without making preparations?
If you truly refuse to submit, I don't mind sending every last one of you to report to the King of Hell.
Your sixty thousand men are nothing in the eyes of our Heavenly Phoenix Kingdom!
By now, you should all understand the situation on this continent.
We came today because we genuinely wanted to bring your army into our fold. But if you don't know a favor when you see one, don't blame us for showing no mercy."
Their expressions changed drastically as they listened to Song Yaoyao. She was telling them that the three had something else up their sleeves.
Several men looked at Lin Xuyi's corpse, their voices trembling:
"Brother Lin! Brother Lin, what happened to you?