"Want to kill me?"
Pete laughed loudly: "It's not even nighttime yet, and you're already dreaming?"
"God Lin, don't underestimate them!"
Old Luo solemnly reminded, this white-skinned guy's dad is the famous Slave Master Dustin Hoffman.
Regardless of Pete's personal combat power, he surely possesses quite a few top-tier divine prohibitions.
No way, having such a formidable father has its perks.
Combined, all the God Hunters in the world couldn't match his dad's personal strength or his stockpile of taboo things—a top-tier team by any measure.
"This is your last chance to sign this slave contract with me."
Pete pulled out a yellowing parchment from his pocket, evidently a divine prohibition: "I'll spare your friends, or else they'll die, and you'll become a slave, the lowest kind!"
"I choose you to die!"
With those words, Lin Baici vanished from sight!
NO BODY!
Lin Baici teleported, appearing behind Pete.
