"It's just a small matter." Hua Liao certainly wouldn't tell Wan Shan, just like how a man won't mention breaking up while in bed with a woman.
"If it were a small matter, you wouldn't send out the Shadow Squad. Uncle Hua, if you hadn't already agreed to help me, I would really think you were politely refusing." Wan Shan picked up a cup of tea from the round table.
After taking a sip and swallowing, it seemed to quench not his thirst but extinguish the anxieties within him.
Then he murmured to himself, a cold smile appearing on his face, "Daring to kill someone from Extreme Realm Mountain, Wen Ping is doomed."
"What?"
Hua Liao was momentarily stunned, and the tea cup in his hand shattered on the spot. He then reached out a hand to grab Wan Shan's shoulder.
"Uncle Hua, what's wrong with you?"
"What did you just say?"
"Wen Ping is doomed."
"The part before that."
"Daring to kill someone from Extreme Realm Mountain."
