"I heard you have a lot of slaves under your command? Where did they come from? Tell me honestly." Hao Qi's fingers pinched the man's carotid artery as he spoke directly.
The man was so terrified by Hao Qi's slight vibration that his soul almost left his body. To an outsider, it might have looked like nothing, but as the person on the receiving end, he was acutely aware of just how terrifying that subtle tremor and technique truly were. It left him completely incapable of even resisting; this was by no means the strength of an Ordinary Internal Qi Realm. Could this possibly be... the Inner Qi Realm?
"M-M-Milord, this subordinate has a few mercenary groups, and those slaves are prisoners of war—yes, all of them are prisoners of war, members of terrorist organizations not protected by international law or the Geneva Conventions. This humble one..." The middle-aged man spoke rapidly, his tongue almost tied in knots, because he could clearly sense Hao Qi's killing intent, which felt almost as if it had materialized into something solid.
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