The guy surnamed Xu was far too calm, leaving Xu Yi inexplicably uneasy.
Young Master Xu said, "I was wondering why you'd burn the bridge as soon as you crossed it. I was the one who came up with the idea of demanding ransom earlier. I'm not asking you to split it with me, but the least you could do is thank me."
"Shut up, or I'll skin you alive."
Xu Yi felt a splitting headache. He now truly understood Ambassador Song's predicament.
He had never seen such an arrogant hostage.
Young Master Xu laughed. "Stop putting on a tough front. You're counting on me to stay alive. Without me, let's see how far you get. Unless you're looking to kill yourself, I'm perfectly safe. But you extorted money first, so it hardly seems like you're looking to die. What have I got to be afraid of?"
Xu Yi's expression grew increasingly bitter, but Young Master Xu still wouldn't stop. "Come to think of it, you know nothing about your surroundings, and you don't seem to understand the value of spirit stones. And look at that outfit of yours. It's loose and baggy, riddled with cuts from blades, yet your skin is unharmed. You stole those clothes, didn't you? Tsk, wearing something that filthy. Were you going around naked before this? Out in broad daylight, too. You've got some peculiar tastes."
Xu Yi felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. Even if his head had burst from the strain, he could never have imagined that the secret he'd hidden so carefully—his identity as a transmigrator—would be exposed on his very first day in this world.
Young Master Xu seemed not to notice Xu Yi's shock. He continued talking to himself. "That clock of yours is quite something, but it's