As night fell, the Peddler waited at the Border Line with Lu Qianjiao and the Coachman with the Sea Eating Old Car.
Lu Qianjiao was a bit impatient: "Can Li Qi be trusted? Maybe he couldn't get it done and ran away?"
The Peddler adjusted the goods on the cart: "Running away is unlikely, but failing to get it done is very possible, the Boundary of the Three-Head Fork is truly too unique."
Lu Qianjiao said: "If this time's matter doesn't get done, can you still trust him in the future?"
"Why not trust him? Doesn't everyone have a slip-up sometimes?" The Peddler leaned on the cart and lit a cigarette, "Originally it wasn't him, but it ended up being him by accident, life and death are up to fate, the Nine Revolutions succeeded because of him, such a reliable Brother, why wouldn't I trust him."
"What do you mean not him, but ended up being him?" Lu Qianjiao didn't quite understand, "Haven't you had your eye on this person for a long time..."
