Zuo Li stood to the side. He had initially looked forward to Gao Jingshou making Chu Hao suffer. Instead, his own backer, Gao Jingshou, was so terrified it left Zuo Li completely dumbfounded.
Chu Hao stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and said, "Gao Jingshou, would you say we're quite fated to meet?"
Forehead sweating, Gao Jingshou was paralyzed with fear and kept nodding, saying, "Yes, yes."
Chu Hao said, "I won't make things difficult for you."
Gao Jingshou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Chu Hao didn't kill him, everything else was negotiable.
Chu Hao's tone became extremely harsh as he said, "However! Not killing you would make it seem like I don't keep my word."
Gao Jingshou was about to cry, desperately kowtowing to Chu Hao, "My lord! I was wrong, truly wrong."
Chu Hao said, "Get up."
Gao Jingshou cried, not daring to get up, and said, "This... this lowly one does not dare. It's my honor to be kneeling on the ground, looking up to you, my lord."
