The atmosphere in Zhang He's room was extremely strange.
What should have been a deadly encounter between two sworn enemies had unexpectedly turned into a game of truth or dare.
Much to Zhang He's surprise, Wang Zhan, who had previously appeared like a wreck, now exhibited a strong sense of confidence in his speech and behavior, as if this was his home turf. This made Zhang He even more unable to figure him out.
But he didn't dare to act recklessly, not even daring to take out the object hidden under his chair for fear Wang Zhan would interpret it as a precursor to another assassination attempt. After all, not just anyone can survive being thrown out a seventh-floor window and crashing through a wall.
GLUG...
After posing a number of questions, Wang Zhan finally stopped to take a sip of tea, smiling at Zhang He.
"The tea is very good. I like it a lot."
