Er Hong weighed it for two seconds, and the black-robed subordinate immediately stepped forward. "Young Master, does my lord need subordinates to go outside and keep an eye on the intruders?"
"Go." Er Hong did not hide his desire to control the overall situation in front of Yu Xing either, waving his hand as the black-robed subordinate immediately bowed and left the room.
Afterward, Er Hong sat down next to Yu Xing, separated from him by a small table.
"Allow me to remind you, Fox Demon."
His youthful face, paired with the tone of a superior, did not feel out of place at all; instead, it carried a kind of "unreasonable" terror unique to that age.
"Even if we are alone together, the one who wins will not be you. I can still kill you, dig out your eyes, and pull out your tongue."
"Master of Ten Thousand is already running out of patience with me. If I fail to meet his demands, he can make a fuss over it to eliminate me, so I won't let you walk out of this room."
Er Hong rested one arm on the tabletop, flashing Yu Xing the cheerful smile of a handyman. "I don't want to be liquidated before the final good show begins, so the time you have left to live is very limited."
Yu Xing spread his hands. "Of course, I know you have this confidence. You basically determined my identity from the very beginning, didn't you? Choosing to take me away under such circumstances—unless you have a death wish, you must have the full confidence to suppress me."
"Very good, it seems communicating with you doesn't require wasting extra breath." Er Hong's brow smoothed out. "Then, you can tell me now, even knowing you are going to die, why