Chapter Ninety-Eight: No Need to Thank

As if already foreseen the massacre they were about to face, many spectators, who were simply there for the thrill, couldn't control themselves and started to cry uncontrollably.

In no time, the pleading, wailing, and kowtowing turned this place into a human purgatory. How many could truly remain fearless in the face of death?

Tang Luo still wore an expression of calm, ignoring the hellish scene before him. He walked up to the woman tightly holding her child and squatted down again.

The woman, terrified, twisted her body as much as she could, covering her child's mouth and shielding him behind her.

Tang Luo looked at the terrified woman and said quietly, "You're welcome."

The woman stared at Tang Luo in a daze, disbelieving.

Tang Luo stood up after speaking, returning to the stage. This time, all he heard were pleas for mercy.

"Young Master Tang, spare me. I was just confused."

"Please spare my life. I still have to provide for my elderly parents."

"Please, let me live."