"I'll give you one choice: how do you want to die?"
The sudden words seemed to hold some magical power, instantly leaving Long Chuan and his crew completely stunned.
Before their eyes were two middle-aged men in long robes, walking toward them at a leisurely pace with their hands clasped behind their backs.
Long Chuan's brow furrowed. He felt a mix of disdain and an inexplicable irritation that bordered on furious embarrassment.
Lin Sha, standing beside him, also fell silent for a moment.
The others sized up the two approaching men. Calling them ordinary wouldn't be right. They exuded an aura that made one's heart palpitate, and their gazes were profound. Their faces were as expressionless as poker cards.
"Mr. Long?" Lin Sha could be reckless, but he wasn't brainless. He turned his head to ask Long Chuan.
These two were so bizarre that it was impossible not to be worried.
"Hmph!" Long Chuan's eyes narrowed into slits as he let out a cold snort.
