Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he watched the six men slowly surround him.
He said, "I'm here to make a transaction."
"But I'm not."
The man with glasses wore a mocking smile on his face and said, "I do want the magical treasure, but I also don't want to pay... I can only rob. Now, you've fallen into our trap, hand over the magical treasure obediently, and we can grant you a swift death. You better think it through, sometimes death can actually be a mercy. You wouldn't want us to break your limbs and leave you here to freeze to death, would you? Tell me, did you bring the magical treasure?"
"I brought it."
"Take the magical treasure out slowly, and don't get any funny ideas. Cultivators are also made of flesh and can't withstand a heavy sniper's attack."
Lin Yuan kept silent, slowly reaching into his backpack behind him.
From three other directions, two beams of light also fell on his head.
Lin Yuan sighed, "You have quite a lot of people ambushed in the dark."
