Lin Xun's eyes were ferocious as he walked up to the fighter, dragging the wolf-toothed club with him.
With an air threatening that if the man didn't spill, he'd spill his guts instead.
"Blood King, you…"
"Call me Master!"
Lips puckering, the fighter reluctantly complained, "Master, this isn't how the organization usually handles matters!"
"Only higher-ups are meant to know the information of their subordinates, don't you know?"
Lin Xun sneered, "I want answers from you, not your questions."
"I am not a patient man."
With that, he slightly lifted the club in his hand.
"Mas… Master, I just started hard level five." The fighter whimpered, his words slipping out in fear.
"Which section of level five? What was your last completion rating? How many sections have you faced? How many did you complete?"
"Master, who asks in so much detail?"
"Did you forget what I just said?"
"This is the last time I'll emphasize, I want answers from you, not your questions."
