The two Death Fighters in checkered shirts trembled as they crouched on the ground, their wrists cut off entirely and still seeping blood.
Under the dual influence of pain and pressure, their foreheads were covered in a fine layer of sweat, and perhaps due to excessive blood loss, their faces were unusually pale.
Lv Bai gripped the Eight-sided Han Sword, gently tapping the ground intermittently, not in a hurry to ask questions.
"Big brother, what exactly do you want?" The Death Fighter in the black checkered shirt spoke with a whimper in his voice.
In his eyes, since the opponent didn't directly kill him, there must be something to ask, likely regarding the Investigation Corps and their roles.
Anyway, the other party must be open to negotiation, so he deliberately acted weak and feeble, trying to find an opportunity to escape the current predicament.
