"Were you sent by the Yin Mountain's female corpse sect?" Zhu Shi spat out another mouthful of blood, taking a while to catch his breath before saying, "All the goods are stored in the treasury, I..."
Jiang Yuan, looking at the countdown on the Demon Suppression Net, didn't want to waste words with him and said, "You can't access it without permission, can you still get it? Then just die, don't waste our time."
"I can get it!" Seeing the stick about to strike, Zhu Shi shouted anxiously, his voice cracking.
He thought, where did these people come from? Why are they not playing by the rules?
Another hit like that, and his old life would be over. At the critical moment of life and death, the interests of the hall had to be put aside. After all, the Hall Master insisted on trying to achieve something for nothing, being greedy for money.
Looking at this group with their neat and quick methods, saying little to nothing, they're most likely professional spy operatives.
