Ah Mo looked up at the Man in Black Robe in front of him, his eyes sharp and cold as ice, "Who are you?"
The Man in Black Robe looked at him and sneered, "It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is that you're going to Hell!"
With that, the Man in Black Robe turned and walked away.
Ah Mo struggled desperately but in the end was force-fed a medicine pill and then fell unconscious.
"Milord, everything is ready," Ah Er, kneeling before the Man in Black Robe, reported.
His attitude was extremely respectful, seemingly very afraid of the person before him.
"Oh?" The Man in Black Robe looked at the black gloves in his hand as a sinister smile curled his lips.
"The game officially begins. You go back and get ready. Make sure not to kill them too quickly for me, I want to keep them alive to play with slowly. That will be more interesting," the Man in Black Robe said, striding forward.
Ah Er, seeing the departing figure, finally let out a sigh of relief.
