"Do you still want our items now?" Xu Wendong coldly glared at Old Shen, his eyes filled with a playful look.
His gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing straight into the depths of Old Shen's heart.
"No... I don't dare anymore." Old Shen's face turned mournful, his voice trembling, filled with fear.
Yet also full of confusion.
He couldn't comprehend how someone like him, a strong figure at the Fourth Level of Tongyou Realm, could be beaten to such a state by a "waste" at the First Level of Tongyou Realm.
But he knew well that a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are unfavorable.
If he didn't bow his head now, he feared he would suffer even greater misfortune. So he hurriedly clasped his hands together, repeatedly begging for mercy: "You are generous, please spare me."
Li Jiayin saw the situation, stepped forward, gently tugged at Xu Wendong's clothes, and softly said, "Junior Brother, let's go, don't lower ourselves to their level."
