"Let her go?"
Sambalo snorted coldly. "You're my hostage. You have no right to negotiate with me."
"I know the Halke Rangers have already made a name for themselves. But do you think that's enough to take on the whole world?" Lin Yi looked at Sambalo and said:
"Or do you believe that the Mitsui Group, with its history of over a hundred years, is merely decoration?"
"I'm not afraid of your threats."
Lin Yi shrugged. "Let me be frank with you. No matter which one of us dies, the Halke Rangers will disappear from this world."
"Die?"
Sambalo sneered dismissively.
"My unwavering faith makes me fearless in the face of death."
Lin Yi felt exasperated. These bastards, emboldened by their faith, genuinely didn't fear death.
"I recall a passage in the New Testament Luke: God tells mankind to walk through the narrow gate. The wide gate leads to destruction—it is the realm of dancing with demons. Conversely, the narrow gate, though seldom traveled, leads to eternal life."
