The room fell silent once more.
Ah Le had spoken too much; his face became increasingly pale as he leaned weakly against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.
Outside the window, the wind seemed to pick up, making the curtains sway slightly and cast mottled shadows on the floor from the light.
Fang Cheng watched the wavering shadows, pondered for a moment, and asked the most crucial question:
"How exactly did you get involved with the 'Bloodthorn' people?"
If this question isn't clarified, Fang Cheng would find it difficult to judge just how deep the water runs.
Logically speaking, while there are occasional intersections between the underworld and the circles of mutants, there is no fundamental conflict of interest.
After all, they are entirely people from two different worlds.
If the other party were simply after money, someone like Shen Wei, a seasoned player in the martial world, would definitely pay up to avoid trouble when faced with irresistible power.
