Regret was useless. There was no regret medicine to buy anywhere in the world.
Ji Jue's little combo back then had been far too smooth, and he had kicked Han Hui while he was down far too thoroughly. Han Hui had become a frightened bird; he probably would not show his face even if beaten to death now!
What if he had left him a little room back then?
Just a tiny, insignificant sliver of hope—then it would have been easier to set the bait!
Now he could not catch the fish or drain the water. He could hardly take Nirvana there himself and electrocute it, could he?
"..."
Ji Jue's eyes lit up as a clever little idea forbidden by Federation law suddenly came to mind.
That was to say, what if he secretly spread word of some medicinal material or spiritual herb capable of curing or slowing down Rock Blight? Place it near East City—no, that was too close. It had to be farther away, but not too far. Kunwu Plain would be good, and then... Once his thoughts started going downhill, there were immediately more solutions than problems.
In less than ten minutes, the outline of an entire fishing plan had taken shape.
Unfortunately, after calling Chen Xingzhou, he could only abandon it regretfully... East City already had that stuff, and they had even sent it to Lord Han, who was seriously injured and ill.
Han Hui's plan to lie flat had worked quite well.
His supporters had finally raised their stakes—or rather, produced a more generous loan agreement—and urged him to hurry up and get back to work. "Tch..."
Ji Jue hung up unhappily, suppressing the urge to tell Chen Xingzhou to hurry up and drug him.
"Isis, establish a long-term project. Maintain observation of Han