DeathLingers was dazed on the spot, his eyes fixated on the contract term.
It was no different than admitting defeat in a war and that they had to repay the war damages.
Of course, that was just an exaggeration, but DeathLingers knew signing such a contract was already above his authority. There was no way the higher-ups would agree to sign such a humiliating and ridiculous contract.
However, DeathLingers also knew if he refused to sign on the spot, then Xu Feng would unleash his retaliation without any hesitation.
"I know you're probably struggling about not having enough authority, but you can still send messages to them. Have them understand what it means to continue to side with the Reaver Guild and go against me." Xu Feng reminded him kindly.
DeathLingers bit his lips, feeling like he had been trapped in a cage with a ferocious tiger. His life and death hang in the mood of the ferocious tiger.
