Zhao Tian was truly scared now. He understood very well that a person about to die would dare to do anything; this wasn't a joke. Since death was inevitable, why not drag someone down with him? That's a thought common among the dying!
Zhao Tian was filled with regret. He should not have provoked Ye Long like that!
Ye Long watched Zhao Tian, who he had thrown against the wall, sliding down to the floor, and let out a cold laugh before approaching him again!
"Ye Long, Ye Long, don't be rash. Actually, your case doesn't warrant the death penalty. Don't do anything stupid; you still have a chance to live. Don't waste this opportunity!" Zhao Tian, staring at Ye Long in terror, said, trying to instill a glimmer of hope for a reprieve in Ye Long. Once a person has hope for a reprieve, they become more cautious and are less likely to act impulsively.
Ye Long couldn't help but laugh hearing Zhao Tian's words. Did Zhao Tian think he was a three-year-old he could deceive?
