Lin Dong got drunk and went on a drunken rampage, slapping an innocent slave to death. Suddenly, more than a dozen slaves nearby were so frightened they fell to their knees, each trembling uncontrollably!
"You're still a student at East Han Academy, I won't kill you. But if you leave even one bowl unwashed, I'll kill one slave. If you leave ten, I'll kill ten people! Haha!"
At this moment, Qin Tian was sitting on a low stool, while Lin Dong stood in front of him looking down. He said, "All slaves listen up, if you're unfortunate to die, blame Qin Tian, it's his fault you're dead! Hahaha! Got it?"
"Got it!"
Lin Dong shouted angrily, and the slaves shook, quickly responding.
Qin Tian hung his head, a look of anger flashing across his face.
This Lin Kuang, who treats human life like grass, killing someone so easily, truly deserves to die!
Qin Tian felt guilty, after all, this slave died because Lin Dong was targeting him.
