"In that case, I might as well just kill you." Lin Hao's voice was completely flat.
Chu Sheng's face turned deathly pale with fright. "No, no, no... Don't you want Laughing Red Dust? I have some! I have some right here."
Lin Hao unceremoniously took his storage spirit ring and erased Chu Sheng's mark from it with zero effort.
A sweep of his Divine Sense confirmed there were indeed no less than twenty jars of fine wine inside.
"Are you satisfied now? Let me go. I'll let you leave. I guarantee I won't stop you," Chu Sheng pleaded pitifully.
Lin Hao glanced at the eight men. "It's not that you won't stop me, it's that you *can't*."
Chu Sheng was speechless.
Just when he thought Lin Hao was about to let him go, Lin Hao said something that made his blood run cold.
"Once, I let someone who didn't deserve to live survive for an extra month. As a result, thirty-eight innocent lives were lost. So, you can just go and die."
