C126 Your Mouth Makes Me Afraid!

Two curved blades emerged silently from behind Bao Guo, resting lightly on his shoulders, mere millimeters from his skin.

Swallowing hard, Bao Guo forced a smile. "Let's talk this out, sir. Whatever you want, we can negotiate. Please, no need for the knife. If I die, you gain nothing."

"Oh, really? But if you live, we stand to lose much more. Propose a term that spares your life