Chen Luo covered his face. Dharma King, is it really okay to piss in public like that?
You've completely embarrassed me.
In broad daylight, too. Have you no decency?
Dharma King had pissed, and so had Jin Tao.
He had pissed himself out of fear.
A single dog had beaten them into a complete rout.
His men were fleeing for their lives, and he had a pretty good idea what defeat meant for him.
Jin Tao slumped on the ground, his pants soaked.
When he held other people's lives in his hands, Jin Tao had felt great. Now, he felt cold all over. His heart trembled, his legs went weak and refused to obey him, and he couldn't even get back up.
Of his entire body, only his mouth still barely worked.
Sobbing his heart out, Jin Tao pleaded with Chen Luo, "Boss, spare my life. I'll do anything."
Zhao Hai watched and shook his head. How was this any different from those debtors his underlings caught when they couldn't pay up?
At the same time, Zhao Hai felt fortunate that he had made the wise choice not to offend Chen Luo too badly.
Otherwise, that black dog's hit-and-run tactics alone would have made his scalp crawl.
Zhao Hai still felt uneasy, unsure how Chen Luo would treat him.
Chen Luo glanced at Jin Tao. "Don't worry. I won't kill you."
Chen Luo planned to exploit a bug. The undead creatures Jin Tao summoned could also yield crystals, but those below level three had none.
Only level four undead creatures had them.
Once Jin Tao reached level three, he should just barely be able to summon a level four undead creature.
That was the advantage of Summoners. At lower levels, they could easily acquire subordinates above their own level, but