"Put that way, it does sound somewhat credible. But, Dragon City, you know my Marquis well—his thoughts run deep, and he never lets his joy or anger show on his face.
Even if he lets me off this time, he will inevitably bear a grudge in his heart. Do you have any other way to help me?
Rest assured, so long as we resolve this failure to encircle and kill Meng Zhao, I will naturally mediate for you to obtain what you want."
Lei Youbai's greed had gotten the better of him. Seeing Dragon City so composed, as though he held every detail in the palm of his hand, Lei Youbai wanted him to devise another plan—one that would not only help him shirk responsibility, but also eliminate the adverse consequences as much as possible.
Most people were like that. When they were desperate, they would cling to even a sliver of hope with all their lives. But once they discovered a broad road leading straight ahead, they would strain every muscle to squeeze onto it.
He did not want merely to escape trouble for the time being, only to have old scores settled after the autumn harvest in the future. That would be an enormous loss.
At present, among the Lei Family's sons, he ranked second only to Lei Wanche and controlled no small portion of the family's power. If Lei Wanche came to detest him, his authority would be taken back sooner or later. That was why he was doing everything he could to reverse his decline.
Seeing that this fool was both crafty and greedy, Dragon City felt even greater disgust. His expression darkened, and after remaining silent for a long while, he finally said,
"Very well. This matter ultimately began because of me. I now have