The middle-aged fat man scrambled to his feet with a speed that completely belied his bulky physique and then quickly knelt down in front of Chu Mo, sobbing and weeping as he said, "Master… Lord! I was wrong! I truly realize my mistake, please don't kill me, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, a three-year-old son below, and a large group of pitiful wives and concubines to support… If I die, they will all suffer!"
Lin Yu looked at the middle-aged fat man, and although he was a decent person, he couldn't help but feel contempt for him. He said, "I think you are several hundred years old, right? And you still have an eighty-year-old mother?"
"I am not that old, I am not even forty yet…" the middle-aged fat man wailed while carefully observing Chu Mo's expression. What made him somewhat desperate was that he couldn't see any emotion on that terrible person's face.
