In a simply furnished guest room at the inn by Pinecone Wood Farmstead's entrance, candlelight flickered as Wu Wenzhou, unable to sleep, paced back and forth.
Things were getting bigger and bigger...
At first, he had merely agreed to help Yang He by providing assistance to that mercenary and getting Yang He's six-year-old daughter out of the Zhao residence.
Whether out of gratitude for the favor Yang He had shown him years ago or consideration for his own interests, he had intended to do him this favor.
It did not involve much risk.
Although Yang He was his boss, he had not handled this matter through him, but through mercenaries hired from outside.
After the incident, he could simply claim that he had known nothing about it.
And if Yang He completely withdrew from Pinecone Wood Farmstead while he himself loyally remained behind and cut ties with Yang He, he would become Pinecone Wood Farmstead's official merchant in the future.
Yang He had tried to persuade him to leave together, saying that with the capital they had accumulated over the years, they could still make a fortune even without Pinecone Wood Farmstead's resources.
Yet without even thinking about it, he tactfully declined.
Compared to vague, intangible freedom, he craved power and wealth more.
He knew full well how he differed from Yang He. That guy might have already had his fill, but he had yet to taste that intoxicating pleasure.
Perhaps one day he would make the same choice as his former boss, but only after he had amassed a huge fortune.
Leaving now and taking risks would not only render all his past efforts to curry favor with the master meaningless, but would also ensure he never lived the life he had always dreamed of.
However, after seeing what