Chen Luo stared at the four jars of pickled vegetables before him, utterly speechless.
These were the treasures you were talking about?
You call these treasures?
The jars really were huge, standing half a meter tall.
One of the big shots brightened. "All these pickled vegetables would go great with rice. If you ration them, they'll last Mr. Chen a whole year."
At this point, other people could indeed consider them treasures.
Chen Luo curled his lip. He had thought they meant a girl group.
You're a terrible judge of character.
Jiang Tiancheng cheerfully helped Chen Luo accept them. Although they had only known each other for a few days, he was certain of one thing.
Chen Luo would take the treasures, and he would kill the people too.
Besides, once they were dead, the treasures would belong to Chen Luo anyway.
Seeing that Chen Luo seemed to have accepted them, Park Yuseong was overjoyed. "We Koreans have a saying: a man's word carries tremendous weight, and a promise is worth a fortune. Thank you for sparing our lives, Mr. Chen."
Great. I was going to kill you anyway. Now I want to kill you even more.
Jiang Chuxue, however, said anxiously, "You can't let them go. Showing them mercy means being cruel to ourselves. Chen Luo, don't go soft."
Chen Luo gave Jiang Chuxue a surprised look. Well, damn. Someone actually thinks I'd go soft.
I really don't bat an eye when I kill.
Chen Luo waved his hand, and a Spatial Pulse brought down a section of the wall.
It also killed some of the Koreans in passing.
Park Yuseong's eyes bulged with rage. "You shameless, despicable bastard! You took our treasured pickled vegetables, and now you're attacking us!"
Chen Luo couldn't be bothered to waste words. He