Lil’ Knife rubbed his hands uneasily. “That is indeed the case for other people, but it definitely won’t affect you. How can these indigenous people be your match?”

Qianye might’ve been deceived if he hadn’t encountered this race. After his brief meeting with that woman, however, Qianye realized that these natives might pose a big problem. No race capable of controlling void energy was easy to deal with.

Qianye had no intention of causing trouble for Lil’ Knife, and neither was there any use in doing so. He believed the intimidation was enough to force them to play by the rules. If these people still refused to take a step back, he didn’t really mind waking them up by killing a few people in the night.

Mercy was meaningless in the neutral lands. People were more likely to take advantage of it instead.

By the time the two had drunk and eaten to their heart's content, the goods Qianye needed were also ready. The most important item among them was a truck. The vehicle seemed to be five parts new, and Qianye found that the important components were fairly well-maintained. As such, he accepted the car and...