"That's right."
Upon hearing Leng Qingqiu's words, at this moment, Belmont III spoke faintly, as he slowly took a few steps and found a place to sit down. Casually picking up a bottle of whiskey, he poured himself a glass, took a sip, and said, "I've watched Lu Yu rise from being a low-level assassin to where he is today."
"I don't know what he did five years ago, nor do I want to know. What I do know is that, two years ago in the city of Beigang, on that night when I saw him, I noticed a sense of determination in his eyes."
"Such determination was incredibly resolute, so Lu Yu will definitely manage this!"
"After all, he carries an unresolved blood feud as vast as the sea, and there are people he cares about waiting for his return..."
As he spoke, Belmont III lifted his whiskey glass, took another sip, his gaze lingered on Leng Qingqiu, filled with a sense of elder's amusement.
The people he cares about!
