"Lord Ji, now that we're here, I suppose there's no need for me to say much more, right?"
About three kilometers from the Abandoned Warehouse.
After waiting for a while, Liu Zhi encountered the hurriedly arriving Ji Wuming, just as expected.
There were quite a few of them—at least four or five hundred people—and they were all carrying weapons.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Ji Wuming stepped out of the crowd. When he saw Liu Zhi, his expression darkened several shades further.
They had barely left when the Abandoned Warehouse exploded.
By this point, Ji Wuming had already sensed that something was wrong. However, he had still clung to one last sliver of hope and hadn't immediately brought his people back to check the situation.
But now that Liu Zhi was standing here, looking completely fearless...
Those damn dwarves really were fucking unreliable!
"What do you want?" Ji Wuming knew that Liu Zhi hadn't exposed everything in front of all his private soldiers because he wanted to negotiate terms with him, so he could only respond in a deep voice.
"Right now, it's not about what I want. It's about what you want, Lord Ji." Liu Zhi smiled. "But I should warn you in advance: if what you want conflicts with me, things may get ugly. But if you want something I don't, perhaps I can even help you out. Right?"
"I want to..." Just as he was about to blurt out what he truly wanted, Ji Wuming suddenly stopped himself and immediately grew vigilant.
Anyone who dared to cooperate with the dwarves and court disaster by making deals with a tiger wouldn't be fooled by a little trick like this from Liu Zhi.
Unfortunately, Liu Zhi's next sentence sent his rising hopes crashing straight into the