"You... who are you?"
The Red-clothed Taoist's throat quivered, his voice unable to suppress its tremble, the veins in his hand gripping the magic artifact slightly bulging, knuckles turning white.
He feigned calmness, but it could not hide the swirling fear in his eyes. He shouted sternly, "Who sent you? I warn you, don't act rashly!
Those corrupt officials, I've got all the dirt on them in my hands!
If anything happens to me, the evidence stored in the cloud server will be all over the internet by tomorrow morning, and they'll lose everything!"
Yet, as he uttered this threat, the Red-clothed Taoist's heart grew even more flustered.
The oppressiveness exuded from the other party felt like an invisible giant net, making his breath catch, even his body trembling uncontrollably.
He had lived nearly half a century, traversed to many places over the years, encountering countless accomplished people.
