Dark Snake carefully watched his face, inexplicably feeling a chill in his heart. He had heard of Yaen Chi's reputation in his early years—ruthless, even the fiercest mercenaries couldn't match a tenth of his skill. If he angers this man due to poor arrangements, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Lan Yue!"
Dark Snake said, "Don't forget, your men are in my hands."
"Are you talking about those useless subordinates?"
Lan Yue yawned, resting his face on his hand, fingers propped on his leg, "Just kill them, it doesn't matter."
Upon hearing this, the assassins who cooperated with him in the act all changed their expressions. They served their master loyally, only for their lives to be so worthless, not even considered a possession. With just a casual remark, they were offered up for slaughter.
Dark Snake was not surprised, "Little psycho, you really aren't worth it."
Lan Yue raised an eyebrow, "Say whatever you like, but your life is finished here today anyway."
