"Don't look at me! This matter is your decision; your will determines their life or death. As for benefits, they're not important in my eyes," Pei Yan said casually, holding a cigar, facing Lei Youting's gaze.
The robotic envoy heard this and slowly turned its head, its words automatically translated into the magic plane's common language, coldly and ruthlessly destroying Billbom's last shred of hope.
"My condition is that I want all members of the Vlad Clan to die!"
Billbom listened to these words and stood stunned, still hearing Moira's sobs after laughing almost breathlessly. Now he finally understood why she laughed—she had long known this robotic envoy would give such an answer.
"Mr. Pei Yan, you're not playing with me, are you? This robotic envoy is you, right?" Billbom snapped back to reality and angrily confronted Pei Yan for the first time.
