"Who are you, Ma'am?" The anger on Wang Mazi's face was completely replaced by fear. His eyes were tightly shut, and even his voice trembled slightly. "I'm just a lowly gatekeeper. Nothing in the mine has anything to do with me. If you have any questions, I'll tell you everything I know.
"Ma'am, I beg you, please don't kill me!"
If not for the constant cold sensation on his neck, he would have dropped to his knees with a thud to kowtow to this mysterious woman.
"Stop wasting your breath," Nightingale's expression was icy, her eyes filled with a fierce killing intent. "Take me to the gate. Once I've dealt with your companions, I'll let you go."
She scoffed at Wang Mazi's cowardice and pleas for mercy. As for her promise to 'let him go,' only a fool would believe it.
