This group of people finally chose to ask for money.
But the names they revealed were completely unknown, Chuzheng didn't even know who they were.
Chuzheng took out a porcelain bottle and placed it on the ground: "Drink this, and you can leave with the silver note."
"This... what is it?"
"Poison," Chuzheng said matter-of-factly, "You don't think I'd just let you leave like that, do you?"
"..."
"Don't worry, it won't kill you." Chuzheng reassured them, "As long as you keep your mouths shut once you're outside, you'll be fine."
The group hesitated.
Whoosh—
A long sword was unsheathed and placed against one person's neck. That person's body sank, and they fell back onto the ground.
The woman holding the sword spoke coldly, "Drink or die."
The group simultaneously felt a wave of intimidation, especially the one with the sword to their neck, who felt it even more acutely.
"Drink... Drink!!"
