Realizing he was in deep trouble, the Star Thief desperately tried to talk his way out of it, even resorting to tempting them with riches.
'Since this man knows my name, he must also know that a veteran Star Thief like me has a hefty fortune. As long as he can be swayed by profit, I still have a glimmer of hope.'
"Nonsense! You cunning Star Thieves, when did I ever have a feud with you? You were just after my fortune! You've had people following me for the last six months, casing the place, haven't you? Sir, you absolutely mustn't be deceived by this cunning Star Thief. They rob and murder, and they never leave anyone alive. As for compensation, I will willingly give you whatever you wish. I implore you to kill him to eliminate this threat for good." The Light Rope around Feng Yilin had already been undone, yet a bloody gash remained on his neck.
His Attendant was wrapping his neck with gauze.
