"Wait, wait, wait!"
Just as the young man and his group were preparing to strike, Li Chen suddenly reached out a hand and spoke.
"What? At this point, are you planning to beg for mercy?" The pale youth stared at Li Chen and sneered coldly.
"Of course not." Li Chen shook his head and said, "Since you've already decided to kill me, shouldn't you at least announce who you are? Otherwise, if word gets out, it wouldn't look good for anyone, right?"
Hearing Li Chen's words, not only the pale youth but also the others began to look at Li Chen with peculiar expressions.
On the brink of losing his life, and he still cares about face—what exactly is going on in this guy's head?
"Alright!" The pale youth stared at Li Chen for a moment before suddenly chuckling, "Since you're already destined to die, there's no harm in letting you know."
