"Besides, if I cooperate with you, and once it's over, you go back on your word and kill me, what should I do then?"
Huo Wen'an sneered, "Do you have a choice?"
He said, "Do you think a few vines can stop me? 022, if I want to kill you, even if you fly to the sky, I could pierce you with a sword to make you fall."
"Working with me gives you a chance to survive. Not cooperating..." Huo Wen'an twirled the wooden spike in his hand, "Within a minute, you'll surely die."
"..."
022 hesitated for a long time, then finally crawled out of the tunnel.
He crawled out of the hole, sat beside the tree trunk, and under the faint moonlight, sneaked a glance at Huo Wen'an. The year he met 099, 099 was just a boy who had just turned 15.
But tonight, the man standing in front of him was taller, more robust, holding a makeshift wooden spike snapped from a tree, exuding the commanding presence of an emperor wielding a battle gun.
