The alley behind them was somehow filled with ice crystal needles exuding a chilling aura, each one as fine as a cow's hair. Kota had no doubt that if those needles were to be fired in a volley, they could turn them into the Thorn Race.
"Gulp..."
Tiger-man Kota swallowed hard: "Calm down! Let's talk this out. Killing in the Outer City is a serious crime. If you kill us, it won't end well for you either!"
"Is that so?"
Li Zheng controlled the needles, making them float uncertainly in the air. From his eyes, Kota could see a desire to give it a try.
"Wait!!!"
Kota saw Li Zheng's fingers showing signs of loosening, and he hurriedly shouted, "I'll compensate you! We'll compensate you!"
How dull.
Li Zheng smirked: "With such courage, you dare to be robbers?"
"Just trying to make a living with my brothers..." Kota wiped his cold sweat: "There's no need to lose our lives over a bit of profit, right?"
