What Is This Woman Worth?

I'm the one who poisoned her, yet now I have to come along like some eager servant when it's time to save her. What the hell am I doing this for?!

Madam Gao felt utterly conflicted. She had not wanted to come here, but she had no choice.

For one thing, by the time Wesley informed her, Fisk and the others had already set out. It was too late for her to stop them. Besides, with a guilty conscience, she did not dare try to persuade them—and in truth, she would not have been able to persuade them anyway.

She also knew that dead fatso Fisk well. Though he was shrewd and calculating, he appeared dull and inarticulate. Now that panic had clouded his judgment, she feared he might say something careless during the negotiations and offend those two female demons.

And once those two lost their tempers, Fisk would likely be turned into dumpling filling in an instant. The business she had painstakingly built would be ruined, and The Hand's grand undertaking, planned over so many years, would likely suffer severe consequences as well. Worse still, if killing Fisk failed to quell those two female demons' rage, she might end up getting caught in the crossfire.

Thus, with no other choice, she had come along. She intended to adapt to the situation and help the inarticulate Fisk phrase things properly and smooth everything over. Whether they could get the matter done was secondary; at the very least, they could not upset those two untouchable ladies. Even if, in the worst-case scenario, those two truly became displeased, she had to do everything possible to distance herself and The Hand from the matter.

The two people, each with their own thoughts, waited in the room for a long while before the