Suddenly, Roger seemed to have used up his very last ounce of strength, dragging his heavily injured body as every movement made him wince in pain. He dropped with difficulty onto both knees, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.
His voice trembled like a candle about to go out in the wind, filled with endless fear and pleading as he begged Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others for mercy: "My lord, please spare our lives. We are willing to trade a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone and 10 million Gold Soul Coins for them." His voice was intermittent, every word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, laden with profound terror and subservience.
His eyes were filled with despair and supplication, a gaze resembling that of a drowning person desperately clutching at a final straw. He longed to throw himself onto the ground and kowtow in repentance immediately, sweat pouring ceaselessly from his forehead to drip onto the earth with a pattering sound.
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