An Yiqing's gentle words sent chills down the spines of the men in black, and their hearts began to waver. Their relationship with "that man" was merely one of employment, and if they were to die, that man might not even bother looking for them. As the girl had said, perhaps they would end up without a proper burial or even a complete corpse.
After much deliberation and An Yiqing's subtle persuasion, the men in black gritted their teeth.
"If we tell the truth, will you really let us go?"
An Yiqing's eyebrows lifted slightly as she nodded, "I swear, I will let you go!"
