"Qin Leyin, your time to die has come."
At eight in the evening, Le Yu had just finished bathing and was drying his hair when he heard the metal badge's explosive opening line. He was not surprised in the slightest and replied blandly, "Oh."
"Aren't you going to ask how you'll die?"
"The one dying is Qin Leyin. What does that have to do with me?" Le Yu casually spouted some nonsense before sitting down. "Fine, leaving aside how Qin Leyin will die, I'm more interested in why you warned me about 'Yin.' I thought we were simply in a relationship of mutual benefit. I never expected you to actually care whether I lived or died. Looks like there really is some feeling between us."
"...That's because your death would damage my interests."
"Or perhaps you really do care about me, just a little?" Le Yu tirelessly brainwashed 'Yin.' Even if there was only the slightest possibility, he would do his best to raise 'Yin's' favorability toward him.
As the saying went, tell a lie a thousand times and it would become the truth. Besides, Le Yu and 'Yin' were practically old friends from the internet, chatting punctually for ten minutes every night about everything under the sun. With that emotional foundation, if 'Yin' believed his nonsense and truly regarded him as a good brother, he would make a huge profit.
Even if that did not happen, if 'Yin' hesitated for a second or two while aiming at him during the final battle, that would be enough to recoup his investment.
In the worst case, Le Yu would merely have fawned over someone for nothing. From the moment he resolved to become the green tea in the sword sheath, he had known he would not win every time. This level