"Give you five seconds to think about it, and if you can't say something that interests me, then I'm sorry Arthur, I'll send you to God."

Zhou Ming glanced at it lightly, without showing the slightest hint of talking about conditions.

Everything in the Bone Gathering belongs to him, including the intel in Arthur's head.

“……”

Arthur was aware of this, too, as a golden thread had been wrapped around his neck, leaving a trail of blood.

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