"I have no intention of competing with you for the key," Lin Feipeng said calmly.
The man paused slightly and then smiled. "Then it's easy to talk."
Fang and Black Bee and others, caught in the middle, didn't know if they had given up hope or what but just quietly watched the two men.
"Alright, no one can save you now. Hand over the key," the man's gaze shifted to Black Bee in the center.
"If I hand it over, can you assure my safe departure?" Black Bee had now clearly seen the situation and knew he had no strength to get involved.
"That depends on your sincerity," the man said indifferently.
Black Bee took out a fire-red, goose egg-shaped stone from his bosom.
"Shiner Christopher, do you dare to swear on your sacred name?"
Only then did Lin Feipeng realize that the man opposite, who obviously seemed like a B-level strong figure, appeared to be a sect member.
Christopher gave a cold laugh.
"You have the right to negotiate terms with me?"