When Ma Zicong heard this, he immediately said no.
Are you kidding? If you let someone go, if you regret it, where can you find them?
As for the Baifu, he had never heard of it. He didn't know which sect it was, and he couldn't find anyone afterward.
"Okay, you can go back."
Lu Fan waved his hand to stop what he was about to say: "I will give you enough time to go back and deal with the family affairs. After it is completed, contact me directly."
The old man's eyes sparkled with disbelief.
Even he didn't expect that Lu Fan would agree so happily. After all, he and the young man were both great masters of ancient martial arts. Not to mention killing people, if they really wanted to escape, no one would be able to find them.
"May I ask your name?"
the old man asked.
"The surname is Lu, Lu Fan."
Lu Fan replied.
"Farewell!"
The old man stood up from the ground and then helped the young man beside him.
He bowed to Lu Fan to the end, then left the iron prison without looking back and quickly disappeared into the hall.
"And you."
Amid the envious looks of a dozen other pseudo-grandmasters, Lu Fan glanced at the young grandmaster who was sitting in the corner without raising his head.
"I remember that person told me before that you are from Japan."
"Because you failed to assassinate the core of the Cao family, you were captured on the spot by the master of the Cao family. But because your skin was contaminated with poison and could not be touched, you were sold here as a slave to atone for your sins."
In Lu Fan's clear words, the young master slowly raised her head: "You also want to use hard-to-get tactics, pretend to let me go, buy people's hearts, and then make me willingly work for you?"
She is not fluent in Mandarin, but she can use some common idioms skillfully: "Hypocrisy, Chinese people, is hypocrisy!"
"It seems that you have a big prejudice against us, but it doesn't matter."
Lu Fan said indifferently: "I have no intention of letting you go. No matter what your purpose is in assassinating the Cao family, you are still a Japanese. Assassinating the Cao family means that you are coveting the martial arts of our country and provoking me.
Chinese martial arts."
"There is also a saying in China: Those who are not of my race will have different minds."
"As a great master of ancient martial arts, I should kill you on the spot and get rid of you quickly."
"But I won't do that. I value your cultivation very much, and it's what I need at the moment."
A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Fan's mouth: "So there are only two ways before you now."
"die."
"Or, surrender to me and become my slave."
Die, or surrender!
The young master's understanding of Lu Fan's words was obviously a bit slow.
When she realized what the two paths in front of her were, her pretty face suddenly sank, and murderous intent filled her eyes!
"You don't have to look at me like this. Be my slave. At least I won't let you die in such an ugly way. I will give you dignity as well, depending on your mood."
"You must always guard me and deal with those who are plotting against me on my behalf."
"I won't wear shackles or have the word "slave" carved on your face. I will also give you weapons and even some medicine to quickly restore your strength to its peak."
"But everything you gain must serve me."
"Of course, you can also choose to die here. I will be gentle and try to make your death as easy and dignified as possible. How about that?"
Ma Zicong looked at Lu Fan blankly. He could tell that Lu Fan really wanted this Japanese slave girl to solve the current dilemma he was facing.
It's just this woman... He doesn't know what to say. It's just like what Lu Fan said. If you are not of my race, you will have different intentions. What's more, she has come all the way from Japan to the land of China to assassinate the top people in China.
The master-level Japanese woman of the Guwu family.
He had seen this woman with a sinister expression.
He even felt that the danger of keeping such a woman by his side was no less dangerous than the enemies he had made outside.
"Death, or surrender."
Lu Fan said calmly: "I don't have much time, you can make a choice now."
There was a long silence in the iron prison.
The Japanese female grandmaster's hair was disheveled, and half of her exposed face looked extremely cold.
"I, I can protect you! I am the third-generation ancient martial arts instructor of the Huo family, and I have already reached the seventh level of Huo family boxing! I can protect you and stay by your side like a dog, as long as you let me out!"
"I can too!"
"I am the fifth generation head of the Southeast Chen family. The Chen family's legs have long been trained to the state of purity. I once killed two great masters. If you let me go, I can protect you!"
"I am the contemporary trainer of the Northwest Wang Family Iron Fist..."
"I am the deputy head of the Hao family in Jiangnan..."
"I am the descendant of the Central Plains Tyrant Sword..."
More and more slaves began to stand up and hurriedly introduced themselves to Lu Fan.
They know that now is their only hope to escape from slavery and escape.
They could also see that no matter what, Lu Fan would definitely be better than the Cao family. They were just like dogs anyway, so why not choose a gentler master to serve him?
Lu Fan turned a deaf ear to the voice behind him. He looked at the Japanese female grandmaster indifferently: "So, what is your answer?"
