Pangolin shook his head and said to Liu Chao, "There are plenty of people who could kill you. Why should I do it myself?"
After speaking, Pangolin gave a hard punch on Liu Chao's neck, the place where the signal transmitter had once been injected.
"Humph." Liu Chao snorted coldly and said, "Don't scare me here. Since entering Purgatory, I haven't done anything illegal. No one wants to kill me."
Pangolin shook his head, sighed, and said, "You're the type nobody likes, although you had a chance to continue living, you insist on seeking death. That's not my fault, but even your death has some benefits, such as leaving Purgatory sooner."
Looking at Pangolin's confident demeanor, it seemed as if Pangolin was certain that he would indeed die.
Liu Chao felt uneasy, though he didn't believe Pangolin could send someone to kill him. In this world, nothing is absolute.
"What exactly are you up to, Pangolin?" Liu Chao asked.
