"What exactly are you trying to say?" Qin He narrowed his eyes.
"Brother, let me lay my cards on the table. That Netherflame Beast you killed had been tampered with. The method came from a Fugitive of Sin. Brother, you've already gotten the stink on you." Da Yajin waggled his brows.
"If the City Patrol Division had decided I was a Fugitive of Sin's spy, they'd have come knocking long ago, wouldn't they? And who would willingly bring their own incriminating evidence into Sin City?" Qin He retorted.
Great Immortal Green Ox was no three-year-old child. He would not be so easily manipulated.
"But... there's still a connection, isn't there?" Da Yajin smiled, then added, "And yesterday, it seems someone already paid you a visit, didn't they?"
"You even know about that. Looks like you've been watching me for quite some time." This time, Qin He scrutinized him.
Da Yajin's expression finally stiffened. After a pause, he scratched his head and said, "It seems Brother Qin He still harbors some misgivings toward Ye."
"Fine, let's consider today the start of a friendship. For what happened before, Ye offers Brother an apology, using tea in place of wine." With that, Da Yajin raised his teacup.
Qin He tapped the table with his fingers, but said, "I never said I wasn't going."
Da Yajin froze. "Brother, you agreed again?"
Rumble...
Half an hour later, the City Pass rumbled open, and night patrol teams filed out in groups of three to five.
By comparison, Da Yajin's group looked rather spectacular.
There were eighteen people traveling together, all familiar with Da Yajin.
Qin He carefully observed them. To call them Da Yajin's subordinates did not seem quite right; they looked more like partners.
But if they were partners, they also seemed exceptionally willing