He looked at Stark, who was like the Grim Reaper.
Saikot did not expect his bodyguard to be insta-killed without even a second of resistance.
The thought of fear and survival immediately scared him silly.
"Give me a reason not to kill you?" asked Stark coldly.
"I have money. I have a lot of money. I can give it to you!"
Saikot seemed to have thought of something and said hurriedly with a terrified expression.
He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would be beaten to death by Stark with one punch.
"Money might have been useful before, but it's the end now." The corner of Stark's mouth revealed a trace of mockery as he walked towards him step by step.
"Student Stark—no, Big Brother Stark. I acknowledge you as my big brother. I'm talking about the crystals. My father is very smart. In the apocalypse, he has earned quite a lot of crystals. As long as you let me go, I can give you all the crystals that he gave me!"
