Zhang Dawei stuck his head out and spotted a very familiar figure. It was none other than his former patron, Saint Lord Taichu.
In an instant, Zhang Dawei felt a chill run down his back. He had no idea what was going on.
"Oh, so Big Brother Saint Lord Taichu has come! Come, come, have a seat over here. It's been so long since I last saw you. Why do you look a little thinner? Have you not been eating or sleeping well lately? You should've told me in advance that you were coming so I could prepare properly—good wine, good meat, good dishes—to entertain you. Showing up so suddenly is, in my opinion, really quite inappropriate."
Saint Lord Taichu did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked over the layout of the cave and said with a smile, "This place really is much better than I imagined. So, are the little brothers following you now truly loyal to you?"
"Or have they been betraying you behind your back? Has your ability to manage them improved bit by bit, or are you still the same as before? Can you answer my questions honestly? You're dirtier than I am now. How long do you plan to keep hiding?"
Dawei knew that Saint Lord Taichu's arrival here today could not be simple. He must have uncovered plenty of dirt on him behind the scenes and had come here today to take revenge. Thus, he had prepared himself mentally for death.
After all, if he had known this would happen, why had he done it in the first place? He had clearly been the one who wanted to steal the other man's money and constantly rig the rankings, pushing so many incapable people into first place, the top ten, and even the top fifty.