Turning around, the old wine drunkard looked at the young man before him and said with surprising clarity, "You really are incredible."
"I want to know why."
The ghostly figure that had suddenly appeared was none other than Long Ao.
He didn't even need to guess. Long Ao already knew this was a scheme cooked up by Yu Wenhui and the old drunkard. 'Otherwise, if the old drunkard hadn't led me to it, would I have bought Yu Wenhui's residence?'
Long Ao had always lived by his own principle: 'I won't attack unless I am attacked, but if I am attacked, I will retaliate twofold.'
"Long Ao, I'm sure you know what kind of place the City of Sin is. That being the case, I won't explain further. There's only one reason: I need to survive."
The old drunkard was refreshingly frank.
Long Ao felt a sliver of admiration. "I may admire your honesty," he said, "but you still sold me out. For that, you must die today."
