Shu Yu, "..." couldn't listen any longer, eighty-year-old mother? So, you're a child born to old parents?
She cleared her throat, "Alright, let's get down to business."
"Oh, right." Qin Kun wiped away nonexistent tears, lifted his head, and said to the tied-up people, "I advise you to turn over a new leaf. The black market is not a good place. Just confess what you need to, and you might get a good deal like me."
As he spoke, he noticed a few timid ones avoiding eye contact, realizing there was hope, he became even more earnest, "I have freedom of movement now, don't have to worry about losing my life. We're all young, right? There's no need to risk our lives for this black market; it's not worth it. Think about your families, think about the future, okay."
Before he could finish, the person who had cursed him earlier stood up again, "Shut up, you…"
Meng Yunzheng thrust his sword forward, and the person fell to the ground with a 'thump,' trembling and unable to stand up.
