A moment later, Zhuola let out a cold laugh, her voice hoarse as she said, "Do you really think I would reveal my last trump card to you?"
"Do you really think defying me is a wise decision?" Zhao Lang laughed and said, "I have been wasting my time with you for three whole days now, and I've run out of patience."
"I've already sent out the news of your defection to the mercenary organization in the M country, and now there are only three choices in front of you. Non-cooperation means I'll have to send you back to them to deal with as they please. If you cooperate, I'll be very polite to you, and on the mercenary side, I'll find someone to smooth things over for you."
"You're a smart person, so choose wisely."
Zhao Lang's voice was very light, and in this empty room, it seemed even more ethereal.
It was like the sound of the reaper, tightly seizing Zhuola's spirit.
She thought of her dark days spent in that organization, shuddering with fear at the thought.
