Ye Fan stood in front of Dai Zhanpeng, his face devoid of sadness or joy.
Dai Zhanpeng slumped to the ground, his gaze lingering on this man who made souls tremble.
He regretted it now, realizing that if he had understood the stakes earlier, he wouldn't be in this position. Ye Fan wanted to kill him, and he clearly understood that this was destined to happen. He no longer wanted to arrogantly declare that Ye Fan wouldn't dare to kill him. Pathetically, he found in despair that his life was worthless in Ye Fan's hands.
In such a situation, what emotion besides despair could Dai Zhanpeng possibly have?
"Is there really no room for things to mellow?" Dai Zhanpeng said, his voice trembling, "If you're willing to spare me, I'll kowtow and admit my mistakes. I'm just a good-for-nothing scoundrel who's more trouble than worth; not worth your effort. Please, be magnanimous and spare me."
He dropped the threatening tone, doing his best to appear as aggrieved as possible.
