The middle-aged man coughed up several mouthfuls of bloody froth, his eyes filled with panic as he looked at Yi Chen.
"You..."
"I don't know what I did to offend you, but please don't kill me!"
"If you really want that treasure, you can take it. I won't stop you! Just please don't kill me!" the middle-aged man pleaded.
"Are you trying to bargain with me?"
Yi Chen narrowed his eyes and slowly rose to his feet, his body radiating an icy, chilling gleam.
The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to negotiate with you."
"Negotiate?"
"That's right. We can sit down and discuss this at leisure."
"Negotiate?" Yi Chen scoffed. "Why should I negotiate with you? Are you still hoping to use the treasure to threaten me into helping you find it?"
"You... I..." The middle-aged man was left speechless.
Yi Chen said indifferently, "You're a smart man. You know what choice to make."
"If you want that treasure, take it. I won't stop you, but you can't hurt me either!" A flicker of hesitation appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"You talk too much!" Yi Chen frowned, snorted coldly, and lashed out with a slap.
Smack!
The crisp sound rang out.
Five red finger marks immediately appeared on the middle-aged man's cheek, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man clutched his burning right cheek, disbelief written across his face.
This fellow actually hit me!
The middle-aged man had never seen anyone dare humiliate him like this!
"I'll give you one chance. Hand over that treasure obediently, or I'll kill you and take it!"
Yi Chen's gaze was icy, brimming with murderous intent.
At those words, the middle-aged man's expression shifted wildly.