Tu Ge remained expressionless. His sunglasses hid his eyes, and he said nothing, plunging the bedroom atmosphere into an even more awkward state.
On the bed, Old Elers lowered his eyelids, his face dark as still water.
He did not look at Ronan again, yet the young man's image had already taken shape in his mind, though it was still far from clear.
Because he still had not figured out Ronan's purpose in barging in here.
Taking the initiative from a disadvantaged position, advancing in order to retreat? That was perfectly logical.
Settling old scores out of resentment? That fit too.
Or perhaps it was simply righteous indignation? Ridiculous as that sounded, it was not impossible at that age—though confined to his bed, he had still received some relevant intelligence.
If there had been enough time and the atmosphere had been right, Old Elers was confident he could have unraveled the matter bit by bit. But this young man was right before him, and every move he made was sharp and aggressive.
Old Elers had encountered situations like this before in his long life. Naturally, he knew that the most reasonable approach now was to yield first. At the very least, there was no need for him to take the blame for Li Wei, Wang Yu, Abner, and the others.
And that was indeed what he had done.
The problem was that the young man kept pressing him step by step!
So this was not an exchange or negotiation at all. It was a death threat with a gun barrel pressed to his forehead.
This young man truly intended to kill!
Now he was increasingly convinced that Ronan might really have acted out of that ridiculous "righteous indignation."
Old Elers lifted his eyelids slightly and exchanged a quick glance with