Gu Sheng's lips curled into a cold arc, a smile that inexplicably sent a chill through Situ Qingfeng.
"What I need is the identity cover they 'provide'. Whether they are 'willing' to cooperate is not important."
Gu Sheng's tone carried with it an absolute confidence and undeniable authority.
"Sometimes, hatred and fear make people 'cooperate' more than friendship and interests do."
Situ Qingfeng shivered involuntarily at these words, looking at Gu Sheng's seemingly unremarkable profile, a sense of awe rising in his heart.
He felt fortunate once again to be Gu Sheng's friend rather than his enemy.
...
As they spoke, the two walked through several main roads and arrived at a large and magnificently decorated Martial Artist Market.
This market covered a vast area, with buildings and pavilions everywhere, people coming and going incessantly, most of them with substantial auras, making it a unique presence in Xiaguang City.
