As a northern tyrant, Lin Pingyuan naturally carried a tyrannical spirit. Even though it was late spring, he wore a great fur cloak. Even though he was someone who had come to kill Su Li, he had even brought a dozen or so of his subordinates, not worrying about information being divulged at all.
“What is a tyrant? A great bully? A bully can only rampage in the villages. A tyrant who can rampage in the entire northern lands should be called a formidable and ruthless person. I thought that I was a formidable and ruthless person.” He looked at Su Li and said, “But a formidable and ruthless person must be shameless. I will not be as stupid as Liang Hongzhuang. I’ve brought my most trusted subordinates and a resolution to kill. I will definitely not be fair, and I will attack from all sides if I need to. If I can put thirty different kinds of poisons in your tea, there will not be a single type lacking. I will dig a pitfall trap as deep as I can.”
