With his hand not capable of opening the vault anymore, Zhu Zemin no longer felt any fear towards death let the tiredness take his body down to its knees.
Falling to his knees with an audible thud, Zhu Zemin shaped a huge smile despite being covered in blood and close to dying at any second.
The smile was almost mocking as if he was telling Bai Long that even after everything he did, he wouldn't be able to obtain the treasure.
Unfortunately, the smile on his face was frozen when the sweet taste of death didn't come no matter how long he waited.
And instead, some metal shackles were put on both his hands.
"Wha..."
Even before Zhu Zemin could finish his question, Bai Long spoke through his Clones of Darkness and Yin Puppets to answer his unspoken question.
"Didn't I tell you I'd make you regret your decision? How could I let you die before that?"
