Facing the vicious and hostile Taotie, King Yanluo's face turned pale with fear.
"Damn, he's coming for me."
King Yanluo cursed inwardly, spun around without a second thought, and bolted.
Who's he kidding? His old bones sure couldn't withstand Taotie's rampage.
As for working loyally for the pawnshop, that was just a joke.
At this point, even if he openly defected, it wouldn't matter.
The pawnshop was barely hanging on itself; who had the resources to send people after a Super Master like him?
If they had the manpower and resources, they should be worrying about how to survive this crisis instead.
Should the pawnshop somehow miraculously survive this disaster, King Yanluo wasn't too worried either.
Worst-case scenario, he'd simply return to the pawnshop.
Do they really have the guts to turn away a Super Master just because he defected?
And it's even less likely they'd retaliate against him—any Jianghu Force wise enough would know that angering a Super Master is pure folly.
