I'm Sorry, Please Die!

A smile appeared on Braydon Neal's lips, as if he had encountered something fun.

Yash Wonka wanted him, the Northern King, to apologize?

He should know that the Northern King was never wrong!

Who dared to accept the Northern King's apology?

Those who accepted it would definitely die!

Braydon sighed. "Let's put everything else aside. Asking me to apologize means that I'm wrong. I'm afraid that he won't dare to accept this apology!"

"Do you think I'm scared? Today, not only do I want you to apologize, but I also want you to kneel down. Otherwise, I won't let you off!"

With the support of the market, the shrewd stall owner's tone became more and more arrogant.

On the other hand, Yash's gaze was solemn. He felt that the white-robed youth before him did not seem to be joking.

What would happen if he were to apologize?

Under everyone's watchful eyes.