"Very well, the God of Killing lives up to his name. I won't waste words—this time, I'm here to propose a collaboration with you!"
As Zhao Hui spoke, he picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and softly addressed Bai Xiaofan.
"Collaboration? Don't tell me you're not seeking revenge for the arm I severed?"
Bai Xiaofan glanced at Zhao Hui's empty left sleeve, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smirk.
"Of course, I'll seek revenge. But it depends on how I go about it!"
Zhao Hui seemed unfazed by the loss of his left arm and began discussing things with Bai Xiaofan.
"I went to Zhan Xing before, it's true, for personal reasons. But I've never betrayed Dragon Shadow. However, the current state of Dragon Shadow has been reduced to utter chaos—this is not the Dragon Shadow I once cared for."
