"I now have the capital to let you die right here without any of the Demon Race sensing it, you... Are you afraid of dying?" Liu Mou said coldly, followed by a gentle squeeze of his fist—a fierce look on his face—as killing intent immediately enveloped the Meat Bear.
"I..." The Meat Bear hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, and stammered, "I... I am afraid of dying." He couldn't help but recall the time in camp when he hadn't even landed an attack before being sent flying by a punch from Liu Mou. His stomach acid roiled, and here, without a single one of his Demon Race brethren, no one would even know if he were killed. Besides, isn't it good to live? With his strength, even if he didn't fight Liu Mou in the future, he would still be a formidable force.
"I don't want to die, I beg you, please don't kill me," the Meat Bear instantly cowered, dropping to his knees with tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged pitifully.