After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Moer's breath calmed down, and he was finally able to speak fluently. His tone was extremely dry, and there was no fighting spirit on his body, only fear. He bent over Zhang Han and didn't even dare to lift his head:

"It's my fault for disturbing senior. I would like to use all my wealth and five hundred life yuan to get forgiveness from senior. Please let me live."

"Hehe." Zhang Han smiled lightly: "You think it will be so easy?"