"Hey, kid!" The fat middle-aged man shouted to Jian Wushuang, "Where are you from?"
Jian Wushuang stood in front of the fat middle-aged man indifferently, saying nothing.
"Don't want to speak? Hum, it seems like you don't belong anywhere." The fat middle-aged man smiled coldly and said, "Hey, listen up. I will give you two choices. One is to let me kill you and take your Interspatial ring, and you try to perform better in your next life."
"The other is to go back with me and meet our First Leader. First Leader may be willing to keep you there to serve him tea since your appearance is not bad. Even if he doesn't like you, you could stay in the Purple Fire Gang and offer us massages. That would also be great!"
"Haha…" Hearing that, the bandits behind the fat middle-aged man all began to laugh.
"Kid, these are your only two choices, so pick one," The fat middle-aged man said coldly.
