Huang Mei had always known that Xu Yi was scheming to become the master of Wuji Hall, but he had no idea how Xu Yi planned to rise to the position. That Hu Sifeng would be taken down was already a foregone conclusion; Huang Mei had not the slightest doubt about that.
The key was that once Hu Sifeng was out of the way, the odds of Xu Yi succeeding him as master of Wuji Hall, given his standing and reputation, were next to zero. Wang Rongrong, Gu Beiting, and Old Sui all shared that assessment.
Only now was the mystery finally solved. Xu Yi had actually pinned his hopes of rising to the top on Hu Sifeng. In other words, he was taking Hu Sifeng down, yet still expected him to pull strings and help him secure the position. That was even more shameless than selling someone off and then asking them to help count the money.
Hu Sifeng was indeed so shocked that he cried out. Uncle Long also slapped the table and sprang to his feet. If this wasn't going too far, what was?
"I'll kill you." "You, Suijie, have you no shame? They say the Wu clan is simple and robust, but you're ten thousand times worse than the most devious human merchant."
Hu Sifeng and Uncle Long cursed him out at the same time.
Xu Yi didn't talk back. He waited quietly for the two men to vent their anger. Thinking it over, even he felt he'd gone a bit too far.
Still, what could he do when he had no connections? Then again, he was also rescuing Hu Sifeng from a pit of fire, which counted as helping someone in need. With that thought, his conscience was clear.
"Brother Hu, I'll say it again: