"Come here, little one. Be a good boy and come to me! As long as you don't struggle, I'll make sure your death is pleasant. There won't be any pain, I promise."
The man in the blood-red cloak beckoned to Little Feng.
The voice that emerged from beneath the cloak was exceptionally sinister. His eyes, in particular, glowed with a ghastly green light like a predator's, sending a chill down one's spine.
Little Feng frowned, a deathly pallor spreading across his handsome face.
The killing intent emanating from the cloaked man was clearly almost too much for his frail body to bear.
But Little Feng showed no fear, nor did he shrink back. He bit the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to keep himself lucid, and stared coldly at the cloaked man. "Yellow Heaven Ten Thieves, please stop this man."
"Don't worry. We promised to protect you for half a year, and we brothers always keep our word."
Huang Tianyi, leader of the Yellow Heaven Ten Thieves, said calmly.
