Deeply Grieved and Indignant

Not only he, but Wu Zhaoxing and Yun Ji and her son were also curious what information Niu Youdao had learned beforehand.

The three of them felt as though they had finally found the answer. So this fellow had already obtained some information in advance—no wonder he had dared to say he would form an alliance with those overseas people all by himself.

"No relation?" Niu Youdao looked at him as though he were an idiot. "I've already made it so clear. Has Third Boss still not heard it?"

"..." Hong Gaitian stood there with his mouth hanging open, unable to recover for quite a while as he reconsidered Niu Youdao's earlier words. Had there been something he had failed to catch?

Not just him—Wu Zhaoxing and the other two were also reconsidering it. After pondering for a while, they still could not detect any deeper meaning and began to doubt their own intelligence.

Hong Gaitian did not believe there was anything wrong with his brain. After hesitating to speak for a long while, he asked suspiciously, "Niu Youdao, you're being so vague. Can't you make it clearer?"

Niu Youdao looked meaningfully from side to side, glancing at the dozen or so people Hong Gaitian had brought with him. He said slowly, "This is something one can only figure out for oneself. It's not good to say it, nor is it convenient to say it."

Hong Gaitian immediately waved his hand at those around him and barked, "All of you, get the hell out of here."

The dozen or so people looked at one another. They still wanted to hear what this was about, but they could not defy this man's boorish temper and could only slink away.

After looking around, Hong Gaitian turned back. "Can you say it now?"