In a hotel room under Pingshan.
Gu Nanquan sat on the sofa, frowning in thought.
Beside him, two middle-aged men sat on another sofa.
"Boss, that kid killed Yang Shi with just one sword strike. His strength is truly formidable. Won't he ruin our plans?" Yang Hu said.
Yang Lang said in a sinister voice, "Why don't I find an opportunity to quietly send him down to accompany Yang Shi."
"This person has an unknown background. For someone like Jiang Qiemo to consider him a friend, his abilities and origins can't be simple. Killing him won't be easy. Don't startle the snake before striking."
After a pause, Gu Nanquan continued, "The more capable a person is, the prouder and more confident they become. They only believe in the truth they want to see. Jiang Qiemo thinks I want him to win, so he definitely won't do as I wish and will ensure the Zhang brothers take first place. As long as he's around, that fellow Daoist shouldn't cause trouble."
