Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao frowned in dissatisfaction and shook his head resentfully.
"Foolish! If I kill you, this money is mine too! I am asking if you have any valuables hidden away!"
"Ah?"
De Oliveira was once again confused, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao sighed disappointedly and slowly stood up.
The shadow of the youth gradually enveloped De Oliveira. Against the backlight, De Oliveira seemed to see a demon baring its grotesque, terrifying tusks.
"No! Don't come any closer!"
Extreme fear gripped his spirit, like a startled wild cat. De Oliveira screamed madly, supporting himself with his hands, struggling to crawl backward, while blood gushed from his thigh, trailing a long "red carpet" on the ground.
"Relax, a bit of pain is normal."
Along with the youth's words, De Oliveira felt an evil, merciless power descend from nowhere, slowly lifting his body, making him float in the air.
