"It hurts, doesn't it!" Weighing nearly one hundred and seventy pounds, under the pull of gravity, Zarco could only let out a painful whimper. "Is this the strength of the feared Sin City Lord? Hahaha, how ridiculous!" After speaking, two more flying knives instantly flew out, shattering Zarco's leg bones with fierce force. "Where is the Sin City Lord?"
Zarco threw his head back and let out a piercing scream, wishing he could die quickly. He lay stiffly without moving, his half-open eyes locked onto a point. Xiao Lin followed his gaze, noticing the person slumped on the table, unresponsive. He smirked and patted Zarco's head.
"In the face of death, humans are ultimately weak." Xiao Lin patted the crow's head, handing Zarco over to his pet. It had been a long time since this big guy had eaten anything alive. "Zarco, let's gamble to see if you're really that unafraid of death."
