"Old Scoundrel, don't push your luck!"
Seeing all hope shattered, Da Yajin leaped up in fury and pointed at Mo Qianyang. "Do you believe we'll perish together with you?"
"Perish... together?"
A flicker of astonishment appeared on Mo Qianyang's face, then he burst out as though he had heard the funniest joke imaginable. "Hahaha... brat, are you worthy?"
"I'm telling you, I came prepared too. If you don't believe me, step outside this Cave Dwelling and take a look. See whether you can still get out. You really think Sin City doesn't exist?"
Great Gold Tooth spat as he spoke, his eyes wide and his manner exceptionally tough, completely different from before.
"Making things up out of thin air—do you take this old man for a three-year-old child?" Mo Qianyang sneered.
"You can choose not to believe it. Come on, fight! We already agreed to give you the hatchling, yet you didn't even look at who's standing beside me."
Great Gold Tooth suddenly pointed at Qin He. "This is the nephew of Sin City's Lord! If anything happens to him, you'll be executed in body and soul!"
The moment those words left his mouth, Mo Qianyang's surging killing intent stalled. Yet he concealed it swiftly and shouted coldly, "Brat, stop spouting nonsense. Do you think you can fool this old man?"
Qin He glanced sideways at Great Gold Tooth. This guy had arranged a bargain-bin "uncle" for him the moment he opened his mouth?
The Lord of Sin City's nephew?
As expected of a Sin City human trafficker—he could make up anything with his mouth.
"He really is the Lord's nephew. You'd better not act rashly." At that moment, Ge Yanbing spoke as well, cooperating perfectly with a serious expression.
Qin He cursed holy shit several times in his heart,