Could Zhao Huaian really do nothing about Long Si?
Not necessarily.
Which person who had managed to establish a foothold in the Old City didn't have a few tricks up their sleeve?
Besides, Zhao Huaian had even managed to leave the Old City and open branches in the city. If someone like him had no ability, others would have devoured him down to the bones long ago.
Luo Yan himself had once struggled in the Old City under the identity of Red Ghost. How could he not know the rules of the game?
Zhao Huaian had come to him for a solution simply because he was worried that using his own connections would leave him badly hurt even if he killed the enemy.
In short, the price was too high!
But if he came to Luo Yan, the price would be much lower.
Moreover, Luo Yan was currently using the identity of a purchaser for Jade Stream Tower. In other words, one of his feet was already on the ship that was Jade Stream Tower.
If that ship sank, it would affect Luo Yan to some extent.
There was no denying that Zhao Huaian was clever. Luo Yan didn't mind dealing with clever people.
It was just that Zhao Huaian had tried to calculate his gains at Luo Yan's expense, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Thus, Luo Yan raised his head, his red eyes sweeping over Zhao Huaian.
In an instant.
Every hair on Zhao Huaian's body stood on end.
The light in the entire room suddenly dimmed, and the atmosphere grew oppressive.
He felt an overwhelming bloody aura rush toward him, as though blood as thick as paste were surging over him like a flood.
Tap, tap, tap.
Zhao Huaian heard his own teeth chatter. He wanted to scream,