A coughing fit suddenly broke out in the room.
Du You was drinking water when Su Jingyuan's words—"unable to stay out of it"—choked him, making him cough repeatedly.
Jing Yuan was also stunned, then gave a bitter smile. "Mister Su, is this an open plot?"
Su Jingyuan shook his head and said sincerely, "If possible, I don't want to tell either of you about this."
"Much less drag you into it."
"But if I don't tell you, neither of you will believe what I say. I really am in a difficult position."
Jing Yuan took a sip of the tea, which had already gone cold, to moisten his throat. Then he took out his phone and sent a message.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
Du You opened it, and a woman walked in.
She was young, with ordinary features. She looked completely average, the sort of person who would never attract attention.
"This is Xiao Xiao. I trained her myself. Apart from Du You, no one in Tianfu Group knows her."
After introducing her, Jing Yuan said, "Xiao Xiao, take this gentleman to Undercity Guangling through our secret channel."
"Remember, you can die, but Mister Su must reach Guangling alive."
The woman called Xiao Xiao nodded.
Jing Yuan stood up and was about to leave with Du You, but turned around and asked, "By the way, Mister Su."
"There are so many Undercities. Why do you insist on going to Guangling?"
Su Jingyuan said leisurely, "Do I have to say?"
Jing Yuan smiled. "Not at all. I was just asking."
A black-haired man with red eyes flashed through Su Jingyuan's mind.
Earlier, while investigating the mysterious expert surnamed Luo, Su Jingyuan had pieced together an outline from the many clues.
From the various things this