After entering the mansion, the fairly pretty woman scarcely had a chance to speak before Su Dinglun dismissed her. He then led Su Dingyu and Meng Zhao into a room on the west side of the residence, poured tea, set out pastries, and said,
"Brother Meng, you needn't feel any pressure. Bringing you here is a show of our sincerity. What we're doing today is huge—truly huge. If things go wrong, the three of us won't be the only ones to die. Everyone connected to us will die as well.
"But if we succeed, the rewards will be beyond measure. After pulling off this job, the three of us will be eating rich food and drinking fine liquor for the rest of our lives. Even three generations of our descendants will have more than enough."
Meng Zhao found this even stranger. He took a sip of the astringent, bitter tea and asked in confusion,
"I still don't understand. Since you two are planning something so major, why come to me? And why are you so certain I'll join you, and that I won't ruin your plans?"
It truly was a strange matter, because there were far too many uncertainties involved.
To them, Meng Zhao was a complete stranger. They knew nothing of his origins or background, yet they were entrusting such a life-or-death matter to him. It was rather irrational. If anything went wrong at any stage, they would likely die without even a place to bury their bodies.
Su Dinglun sighed, shook his head, and said,
"Brother Meng, we had no choice either. Some time ago, someone set us up and lured us into a trap. We ended up owing a huge sum of money. If we can't repay it, we'll have no way to survive either. We have