The moment they heard Jin Xuyan's voice and saw his smile, a chill ran down their spines. No matter how gentle his smile appeared, they only felt fear and terror when they faced him.
Kneeling on the ground, the big-armed man clutched his hand as blood flowed from the wound to the ground.
Since his fingers were completely burned, it was impossible to reattach them. No matter how strong he had been, without fingers, he could no longer form a proper fist or hold a weapon—rendering him useless.
He looked at Jin Xuyan with hatred, but he didn't dare act recklessly. With just one move, Jin Xuyan had crippled his power. From that alone, he knew it was impossible for them to defeat him. Since he couldn't use force, he could only rely on schemes.
After a moment, he raised his head and said, "Brother, please spare us. We only wanted to survive and didn't have any bad intentions."
