At this moment, Ke Long was so terrified that he didn't dare to move, and in fact, he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
The fine wine contained Soft Muscle Powder, so even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't.
He could only watch helplessly as Gentleman Tang approached him step by step, then pointed a long sword directly at his cheek.
The cold blade against his skin brought with it waves of shivering dread.
Ke Long trembled with fear, pleading incessantly, "No, Second Older Brother Tang! Please let me go, I'll never oppose you again. I swear I'll never touch a single soul from the Bandit King Stockade, all right?"
"Too late! I, Gentleman Tang, have never been a good man. Dare to mess with my brothers, and be prepared to have your head taken by me!"
Gentleman Tang's smile didn't reach his eyes. He wasn't oblivious to the deeds Ke Long had done these past two years; he just hadn't had time to deal with this troublemaker.
