The intense pain, coupled with fear, made Cheng Lin weep uncontrollably. He knelt on the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly.
Chen Lingyu frowned slightly. As a martial artist, this kind of behavior was indeed contemptible. She shook her head and said:
"Junior Brother, just let it go."
Luo Cheng sneered coldly and said to Cheng Lin:
"I can spare you, but hand over everything of value you have on you."
Cheng Lin was already scared out of his wits. How could he dare to refuse? He hurriedly took out all his possessions.
Luo Cheng swept his gaze over the items.
Dozens of Gold Notes, over a hundred Essence Energy Pills, and a few low-level Spirit Pills with a total value of less than three million taels.
Seeing this, Luo Cheng frowned. "You're a member of the Crown Prince Hall, and yet this is all the wealth you have on you?"
Noting Luo Cheng's dissatisfaction, Cheng Lin's face turned pale. He pleaded miserably:
"This is really all I have! I swear…"
