Ye Zhengxing looked at Hua Tiancong, who was smiling warmly as if he had been born kind and amiable, and truly felt as though his heart had turned to dead ash.
This blatant trick of striking him with a heavy stick and then offering him a sweet date was played so well that, even with his chest full of hatred, he had no choice but to nod against his will.
Facing an enemy, a foe like this, doubt arose in Ye Zhengxing's heart for the first time. In this life, would he really ever have the chance to kill Hua Tiancong and take revenge?
Even if he really could, would Stars Palace truly still be able to continue existing in Starry Night City?
The answer undoubtedly filled him with despair.
Ye Zhengxing took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Seventh Young Master, I know what I should do. Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for your forgiveness."
"Haha, very good!"
"A wise man submits to circumstances. Ye Zhengxing, this young master was not wrong about you. Then this young master will be leaving first. I look forward to your good news."
Hua Tiancong patted Ye Zhengxing's shoulder in satisfaction, then took his two servants and left the small courtyard directly, striding away.
At that moment.
Ye Zhengxing's entire body collapsed weakly to the ground.
His eyes were vacant, and he was utterly lost.
"Master, if your spirit in heaven can hear me, then tell your disciple what I should do..."
Unfortunately, there was only lingering echo and not the slightest response.
Hua Tiancong walked out of Stars Palace with a smile on his face.
The boy servant seemed somewhat puzzled and could not help asking, "Young Master, that fellow Ye Zhengxing is clearly filled with hatred for you. Why do