"You damned beast!" Old San roared, his voice hoarse and filled with hatred. "You actually use them to threaten me! Do you have any humanity left?" His roar shook the surrounding air, with flames of anger almost consuming his entire being.
Ye Qingchen still maintained that cold smile, showing no change in his expression. He looked at Old San's face, twisted by fury, as if he was enjoying a piece of drama, his eyes full of cruelty and mockery.
"Humanity?" Ye Qingchen softly repeated, his cold smile growing deeper. "The 'humanity' you speak of means nothing to me. I only care about the result. And now you have only two choices—speak up, or watch them die in front of you."
His words were like the death god's verdict, cold and resolute, leaving Old San no room for maneuver.
Old San's rage had reached its peak, but at this moment, his anger was mixed with deep helplessness and pain. He looked at his two brothers lying on the ground, his heart full of struggle.
