Lin Mo watched the laughing men, his eyes indifferent.
He didn't like to explain too much—strength was what spoke for him.
At this moment, the leading Western man scanned Lin Mo and then said, "Kid, you're young but have impressive talent. How about this? I'll give you a chance to join the Blood Prison Organization, and you can avoid death."
Lin Mo looked at him with amusement and said indifferently, "What if I refuse?"
"Heh heh heh!"
The smile on the Western man's face gradually turned cold as he said sternly, "Being able to join our Blood Prison Organization is an honor for you. If you choose to refuse, then there's only one way out for you—death!"
Lin Mo took a drag of his cigarette and looked at the man, his tone playful, "Is that so?"
"Of course!"
The Western man's expression turned slightly icy, and with a wave of his hand, he said, "Since this brat is so unappreciative, kill him and bring his bones back to settle the matter."
"Wait."
