One wave of blood after another gushed from Ruer's mouth, flowing down and falling onto his clothes.
Lynn stared directly at Ruer, without any words.
The Ruer in front of him had Level 2 skills in [Planting][Collection]and [Construction].
Moreover, he was only twenty-eight years old.
Strong and in the prime of life.
If it weren't for this incident, he could live comfortably on Lynn's territory as long as he worked diligently.
But... he was the organizer of this brawl!
Lynn stared at him, "Do you have any family?"
Ruer could clearly feel the heat in his body rapidly dissipating.
He shook his head with difficulty, "No... no, Master Lynn..."
"Master Lynn, could... could you spare me this time, considering my hard work?"
Lynn said in a deep voice, "I can leave you with a whole corpse!"
Ruer was stunned for a moment, remembering the villager who previously stole Master Lynn's fine salt.
In full view of everyone, his head was chopped off.
