Watching Xu Zimo walk toward him step by step, the bald fatty completely panicked.
His bloated body kept backing away.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me! My brother won't let you off!"
Xu Zimo stopped in front of him and slowly crouched down.
He pressed one hand on the bald fatty's head and said flatly, "Go back and tell your brother to bring your head to see me. I'll consider sparing Senluo Hall.
"Otherwise, I'll make this organization disappear completely from Dark Corner City."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the bald fatty was utterly dumbfounded.
"Why aren't you scramming? Waiting for me to invite you to dinner?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Ah, scram, I'm scramming!" The bald fatty snapped back to his senses and hurriedly rolled and crawled out of the tavern.
Xu Zimo rose to his feet, only to see the people from Wuji Sacred Sect hastily approach.
"Thank you, Young Master," Shang Xiaoxiao said earnestly as she looked at Xu Zimo with her beautiful eyes.
The others beside her hurriedly expressed their thanks as well.
"No need. I didn't do it to help you. They were the ones who provoked me."
Xu Zimo waved his hand, then looked at them with a light smile. "You're disciples of Wuji Sacred Sect?"
Shang Xiaoxiao nodded. "The sect teleported us here. We originally thought it would just be an ordinary training experience, but we never expected this place to be so chaotic."
"You aren't suited to come here yet," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
This place was even more chaotic than the outside world, and it was exceedingly unfriendly to many people.
One careless misstep could leave an indelible memory in one's heart for a lifetime.
"We thought so too. After discussing it, we decided to leave Dark Corner City