"Young Master Lin, our Zhongcheng Hall surrenders. What must we do for your forgiveness? Must we commit suicide to appease your anger?"
Cold sweat broke out on everyone.
Massacres and extermination of clans are tales of legend, rarely happening before one's eyes.
On usual occasions, such talks at drinking tables were merely sighs of lamentation. It's only through witnessing firsthand one realizes the sheer shock involved.
Moreover, Zhongcheng Hall is not an ordinary family; they are the organizers of the Starry Sky Association and one of the major financiers in the Adventurer Realm.
Among many patrons in the adventurer circle, Zhongcheng Hall invests over one billion each year.
If Zhongcheng Hall were to be annihilated, it could even cause tremors among the higher echelons.
"If you wish to die, I don't mind. But if you want to live, best not stand in my way henceforth!"
Lin Beichen said indifferently.
His eyes were filled with coldness.
